I’m a loud talker
A driver without a license.
A writer with sketchbook
I think in words
I wake up in my dreams
Mediocrity is not part of my vocabulary
My strengths are my weakness
I might be small
But I pack a mean punch.
I say what I mean
I mean what I say
I try to be nice
But I’m always honest.
Pretty just isn’t enough
I love fashion
I hate fads
Black is my default
Pink is my decoy.
I tell it like it is
If you can’t handle the truth
Don’t come to me.
I’m a victim of desire
I’ll take talk over twitter.
Hate testing
My mind is ahead
My technology is behind
I’m a slave to my inspiration.
My favourite book is a magazine.
I cook ideas not food.
I thought a pony was a baby horse
I step up to the plate
And swing like a motherfucker.