i killed my dinner with karate. kick 'em in the face taste the body

i feel like laying in bed with a cigarette in hand in the midst crying my eyes out while trying to draw... i think it's all the time i spend by myself... it's just me at work my boss pops in once or twice a month in my office. the rest of her time is spent at the other offices which get more attention because they are close to her. with ubu on his business trip it's just me at home. there is no way i could live alone. i would go crazy. having my honey bucket around all weekend spoiled me... and now i'm at a loss of attention. i want to be 22 living on felton st with coconuts fitzgerald. i want to be able to stumble home from the zombie lounge with ciggy half falling out of the corner of my mouth, while the cars honk because they think i'm a hooker.
tonight's theme song SPROUT AND THE BEAN from JOANNA NEWSOM. i'm off to fill my lungs with smoke and drown myself in an alcohol fueled painting...

she reminds me of patricia arquett