i cant find anything.
where is my sewing machine?
where are you?
i know where you are.
you are in a check to Jupiter Realty.
thats where you are.
i am going to stop paying my rent so i can sew all day and make shit like this:
i may be homeless.
but thats so in right now.
fuck a home.
i want to look fabulous.
but before i do.
i am also in the process of mentally and emotionally decorating my loft.
i feel disconnected.
like im just moving in a space.
and not actually living there.
i need blood rushing.
i need things on the walls.
ticking tocking burning breathing
i want to wake up and be inside of someone elses mind.
others eyes everywhere everywhere.