The beats

Happy Birthday Frida Kahlo

I'm pending signs of gratification and replenishing the resentment from my self loathing perception.

Loosely i drink a cup of intoxicating wine,

filling me up and digesting into,fear.

Leading me to a room that once wasn't there, the people stop to stare.

Slowly i pass by, inhaling the evening's bright lit sky,

my mind keeps wandering,

and he keeps calling, i'm drowning in delusions.

My goal is simple.....get off my ass and get a job.

I need that scrilla.

nineteen and jaded.

I'm having a mid life crisis at age 19, which would make it a late adolescent crisis....whatever the case might be, im loosing it. Sense of style and all. I feel like a naked kitten, shaven of its dignity. Where do i stand? Nowhere. I'm witnessing myself become overly confident and at the same time highly self conscious. I should shut myself in my nerd haven, listen to joy division(my current obsession), sink deep into my books and shut out the oblivious world, or i can just go to trader joes and get some food to devour....