sharks. t-rexs. special creatures. butterflies. monsters. fuck.
what i want, cannot be bought by any amount of money. my soul was screaming at me today. more than i've ever felt before. its hard to explain. a constant anxious feeling. i feel like a drug addict thats coming clean. i dont think im living through passion. i dont think i have any at the moment. none. i need to be woken up. i need a feast. a night that is horrificly beautiful. that is intense. painful. and feels exothermic. someplace that i cannot find alone. i want to feel afraid and confident. i want to feel satisfied. quenched. i dont care if its honest. i just want to feel it. so tell me. how is this acheived? because its starting to kill me.
they pretty much announced today my product is being launched. i havent finished formulating. showing again tomorrow. tomorrow is going to be hell. gettin in at 2am. not leaving til 3pm. and then gotta be back at 2am on wednesday. fuck. im not scheduling these tests like this again.
the plan is to go somewhere this weekend. sacramento. santa barbara. napa. san fransisco. i really dont know. shrugs.
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