Wicked Spring

I’m trying to do my portfolio but I get distracted by shaved heads.

I have so much to say but I can’t.

Is my heart broken?

Solved, like, the last thing I bloody need too. 

And, like all things, I probly finished it in a shit way, but that’s life and now I can forget about it. 

And because it’s my dad I might regret it later but what I don’t regret is being empowered. 

Because sometimes people need to meet you half fucking way otherwise it just doesn’t work.

Meanwhile, I can say

Screw the past, screw the future, screw all you guys, 

screw being G-rated, 

Screw being X-rated. 

Just wiggle your fingers or something, remember you’ve got toast on, 

and find out how tall you are.

Mmmmmm…