- love these people.

ain't no damn hipster.

i dont like math.

i love bloom.

dream crusher.

- dreamcrusher, what a wonderful title. children, people like to brag about how smart their little brats are. with there straight A's and what nots. some people prob-belly wish they could think like a child, some people even envy them. how they can just, think of things. how their minds are so open, so free to soar. i mean, who honestly other then a child is going to believe that a bearded man sits in a snowy place with half people with pointy ears making toys for all the good children. even more, how's he supposed to fit in our chimmneys with that huge belly? only a child could believe in things like this. and unless their parents tell them he isn't real,

[news flash, santa isn't real]

then they've got to find out sooner or later, as they get older and relize how many other kids are in the world. how big the earth is. and really, there isn't one person on this scum bagged earth who cares that much to spend all year, every year making toys for some snot nosed kids and then jump on a freaking flying raindeer and giving them the toys, for free. really? who else is going to believe that? i mean, to believe in such a..crazy thing as that,

[or big foot, tooth fariy, unicorn etc.]

youve must be of three things.

1. reallyyy open mind.

2. a child.

3. a crazy person.

i envy kids, really. not only can they believe in such things, like how everyone gives a hoot, but they also seem so, oblivious to the world around them. they are eaither happy, or sad, or mad. never depressed or other extrem emotions. then they grow up. and become one of us.

chicken crap.

- have you ever woken in the middle of the night, to find yourself standing in the kitchen, staring out the window, prob-belly under dressed with the same thing running thourgh your head,
"Where's my life going?"
whenever i think of, ageing, i always see a artist in his later 30's, with alittle more then a morning stubble on his chin, standing in his kitchen. moonlight pouring thur his window that over looks the new york city. his slightly growing beer belly, sleep shorts and for some reason cool "dork glasses" purched on the edge of his nose. he's standing there, wondering,
"why the hell did i leave school. why did i think all this junk i make could be considered "art" ? why couldn't i just have gone to law school?"
i don't know why, thats just what i see when i think of ageing. i mean, the man's come to a point in his life when hey, he can't be a kid or even a teenager anymore. he's got to get a real job, that comes first in his life. prob-belly working in a office all day, sorting papers or awnsering phones. no real soical life except for the occasional drink at the public bar, where lonely single moms and crazy old men go. he's got to leave all his dreams only to go back to them at night, or in a drunken phone call to an ex. yup, that's being an adult. where its all about being boring, making money only to spend every bit of it of bills, and having sex with half good looking single moms or someone you've got to pay, only to wake the next morning with some kid youve got to drop off at school, or all your shit stolen. being an adult, sounds awesome yeh?
maybe this is the reason i fear growing up. the fear of being a disapointment and not making a difference.

The Art of Chaos.

- ah, chaos.
tripping old ladies. stomping on small childrens sand castles. stealings hipters sunglasses. throwing short peoples things on a high book self. the works. even little acts of minor chaos bring a smile to my face. then again, any Major chaos maker, oh say, a bank robber or murderer, reading this is prob-belly reading this saying,
"oh this little girl, thinks she makes chaos. well i rob people!
[or murder, whatever] & thats Real chaos!"
but really man, thats alittle over the top. i mean, if you need money,
[or revenage]
then its okay to rob.
[or murder]
but if your just doing that to cause chaos, thats so over the top. honestly, no ones impressed. you'll do alot better causing chaos in your little town
tripping old ladies.