yes you

i like the snake on your tattoo.  i like the ivy and the ink blue.  yayo.  yes you.  you have to take me right now from this dark trailer park life now. 

that's a fucking song right there.  not a fucking song.  but a song by which to fuck.  some strange ones have become my heroes.  hero hos.  i wanna let loose on the world. 

i have so much i need to be doing.  sitting here is not one of them.  bathing the dogs and washing bed clothes is one of them.  add other laundry into that and you've got an almost full list of to-dos.  add grade papers and plan for this week and you have a full list of to-dos.  blah.

i don't want to go back on monday.  thank ___________ for the breaks, though.  i'm not an middle class, christian, rural american.  what if the i that i am doesn't fit with the rest.  there's no connecting piece?  there's no opposite of me.  i don't know where i belong.  i simply cannot imagine myself anywhere.  anywhere, along with happiness and belonging and shit. 

i want to find the others that also came here from the same ship.  they're out there.  i know they are.  i wanna get phucked up.  (i know your wife, and she wouldn't mind.)