I want to quit smoking and I want to run, and to dance. For my whole body to be sore for days and I'll feel like a billionaire.
Stop drinking the tea.
Pay all outstanding tickets.
Eat Food.
Go to all the things.
I’ve got to write, right
now isn’t so necessary. Keep a clean room, and rid of the mold in my house. And
get some time to be alone, alone alone.I still have many things to do. But I know one thing. I do not think that… No… I erase that.
Find new place to live.
I will move away.
I can see myself alone. I can see myself having sex. I can see also not doing that.
I want relentless passion, empathy, intuition, curiosity, creativity, understanding. Good lovely bloodflow.
I need my place, I need to have a home. My own home indeed. With my girlie, a consistent environment.
And to be independent, I want to go off & do these things because I’ll be 28 this year and it’s time to grow up, to grow a pair.
Make Boise work because you are here, and no matter the glory of it, New York City is very, very far away, and Ida is the best thing in the world and will she appreciate a New York City, I can’t see it.
Make the art, work the places, show the things & talk to the people, and see what’s important & do it, and remain alone if you must, if you must. I want to.
I have to talk to him about it.
I will concentrate on maintaining my health & being strong for me, and making everything I want to be, be. I will be gone during days, and if to write or research or read, then so I will, here and away.
The honesty I want so badly is only for one.
