In like a lion, out like a lamb. and that is the essence of March (Sydney told me). is it humbling or comforting? it's unclear but I'll carry a two handed weapon regardless. It's the year of the rabbit and I feel it in my bones I am eager to chase and go falling down holes. For now I'm not the white rabbit, I'm the March hare, gon and killua on the blimp-core. And I believe it with the manic scrambling feeling in my brain that I happy-happy can't control. Every spring feels like the hunter exam. I love my backpack and gun, I like drinking jammy red roo and smoking camel blues I love drawing and kissing and talking through the movie. I take the sleeper train and redeye flight, glitter nail polish calcite wrist tiny neon bikini twin peaks and spring breakers in the basement and I'd kill to sit next to you so you can hear all my jokes first. I keep losing my appetite and my phone is always dying and I'm spending money I'm saving money. Dry heat radiator brain and pawing through your memories when you're not paying attention. My heads out the window like a dog it's all out of my control, but this year is so lucky and sweet to me like kingdom hearts on the beach and tomodachi life and katamari damacy. I miss those little guys. Handsome knight twilight princess brown eyed and bushy tailed. I could go on forever, I like run on sentences
