dear old world diary,
in the old days, i'd be churning butter or milking the cows or plucking feathers outta the chicken we'd be preparing to fix as dinner or some dumb shit. instead, im sittin on the couch watching the early news- waking up- listenin to prince harry throw a fit because i put the vacuum in his room. i wish i could saddle up my horse and go, but i'd have to put my pants on and i'm really not up to doing all that. so here i sit and suffer- i wish i could say in silence- but that ain't the case. when i imagined my life as i was growing up- never once did i see myself in the corner of a couch wishing i could vanish into thin air. it does no good to squint my eyes like i did as a child- making the wish while squeezing them shut hard- to submit myself to the wild. cuz just as soon as i open them back up- i am right where i was- smushed in the corner of my couch. but pretty soon it will be time to dream again, so at least i can look forward again to that. in the old days i'd be churning butter- at least i would have something quiet to do, but cutting the head off a chicken- that sounds like fun too.
in the old days, i'd be churning butter or milking the cows or plucking feathers outta the chicken we'd be preparing to fix as dinner or some dumb shit. instead, im sittin on the couch watching the early news- waking up- listenin to prince harry throw a fit because i put the vacuum in his room. i wish i could saddle up my horse and go, but i'd have to put my pants on and i'm really not up to doing all that. so here i sit and suffer- i wish i could say in silence- but that ain't the case. when i imagined my life as i was growing up- never once did i see myself in the corner of a couch wishing i could vanish into thin air. it does no good to squint my eyes like i did as a child- making the wish while squeezing them shut hard- to submit myself to the wild. cuz just as soon as i open them back up- i am right where i was- smushed in the corner of my couch. but pretty soon it will be time to dream again, so at least i can look forward again to that. in the old days i'd be churning butter- at least i would have something quiet to do, but cutting the head off a chicken- that sounds like fun too.
