zutto-chan

I have a secret. Three. Shalosh. Drei. Tres. Trois. San. My phone, my rose, and my rainbow. That is all.

I am above the water. Crystal-clear, but colored with mystery. Here for all eternity, lying languidly Like a drunkard on a Brooklyn bench I have not been seen yet; That's what I call stealth. I become excited For sounds of life and and mind And the poles to change position again.

can't I be six feet tall, the intellectual giant i will be not an ignorant what people register is no yes no no what is that thing standing over there by the nice boys that go to our church the one with stained glass and broken glass from virgins destroying themselves see any of his her drunken parental figures in the vicinity no, i have not seen them but thirst cannot be quenched without waters from the fountain of youth and knowledge and pure bullshit is that boy a girl? i want to run free of chest fat and thighs and the stare of everyone as i become the first girl to finish the great big important race against time in which part