And I'm sick of dating....
I've walked the shores of mexico drunk, I've emptied my bag of demons in the desert, I've laughed at the hypocrisy of goverments, and lived for every moment. I've been to 48 states and two other countries and have only flown twice in my life. I've changed my meaning of life in heartbeat, I've taken every drug imaginable and stayed sober for years on end. I've tried every so-called sexually deviant experience and have climaxed after seeing the smile on someones face. I once believed the body I was born into was all I'd ever be, as much as some believe theres some old white man with a beard looking down on them from the clouds. I've talked to beautiful people for hours and hours and said more by staring into someones eyes for a second. I laugh at people who buy expensive shoes, but love them for it anyway. I throw grenades at my demeanor and dress up in pre-apocalyptic costumes. . I've pondered the question of who I am as opposed to what I am. And decided I don't give a fuck. I'd rather be happy than right.
“I have named the destroyers of nations: comfort, plenty, and security - out of which grow a bored and slothful cynicism, in which rebellion against the world as it is, and myself as I am, are submerged in listless self-satisfaction”-steinbeck.
"you get busy livin' or you get busy dyin'"