12/30/2021 - My Life Is Love

12/30/2021

Thursday

   I like my art dark and desaturated. I like things that might taste bitter like coffee, brussels sprouts, dark chocolate. I like when the sky turns yellow after a summer rain in the evening. I like when the sky turns pink after a snow in the winter evening. During summer, I like being in my bed all day, thinking about him, then getting up in the evening to do something. Finally. I like those songs that go quiet and they sound like rain. I like drawing big men that can put me through the fucking floor. They have a certain jaw. A way about them. I am so scared of them. I like the men that are that way.  I like those tribal tattoos from a long time ago. I like David Eric Grohl. I like it when Prince comes on the radio. I love those red cars with the headlights that pop out of the hood. I love that BMW. I love that Hawaiian shirt and those jeans. I love my jeans. My life is love.

   I don’t like when he says that to me. I don’t like Axl Rose. I do not like sugar down my throat. I don’t like when they force me to make words come out of my mouth. I don’t like when they bribe me with cheapness and trouble. I don’t like when people don’t think. I don’t like men that try to get to me. I don’t like Men. I don’t like the little sting in my finger tip after I play guitar. I don’t like electronic music. I don’t like electronics. I hate drugs. I hate those big trucks and minivans. I hate those skinny jeans and hoodie. I hate that skinny fuck.

My brain is hate.