i got paint on my jeans, my eyeliners ridiculously thick, my house is silent and i wont let go of the past or my imagined future. i dont want to be desperate pathetic or creepy but im too shy otherwise. i walk around like the sun is always in my eye with tight jeans and way too much product in my hair. i want to put up my photography, meet him at my gallery, and finally have a decent story to tell people. i want to meet her in a bookstore and catch glances as she angrily reads adbusters then tell people of the time we met discussing buy-nothing day. i still need a muse. these crushes inspire but only disappoint.