Impossible.
Not my word of choice, but absolutely my word of habit.
Never, ever, (if you want to be kept around), give me what I want.
The truth is, I don't want a god damned thing that I "want".
I just want to want it. I want something to work at, an ideal to fantisize.
I am completely "a dog chasing a car". Once I have it, I have no idea what to do with it.
I'm happiest when I'm alone,
and I'm lonliest when I'm with anyone or everyone else.
I am bored by unconditional and lazy companionship.
I wish I could get off on something.
Dancing. Writing. Making sandwiches. Architecture. Fucking. Jump-rope.
Anything.
Impossible? you got it.
I just really need a breath of fresh air.
