Time, And Life, And Their Importances.

Time, And Life, And Their Importances.

I want to write sexual poetry at 5:30 in the morning.

I want to bull rush the motor cars in the near vicinity.

I want to slap the unkind in the faces, and wake up the kind.

I want to read through endless words that may or may not be meaningful.

I want to add colors to all four of my walls.

I want to make permanence about the temporary facets connected to me.

I want to label every piece of matter with a beautiful word.

I want to smash the clocks in my mother's house and hug people tight.

I want to develop every mediocrity that's ever been announced to me.

I want to scream until I can't breathe above the water.

I want to paint a coat of glaze over every orifice of perverts' bodies.

I want to erase all sense of worry that I've ever felt creeping into the nooks of my mind and my concepts of life.