My parchment skin is wearing thin.

Shut up and dance with me until our feet melt.

-travel around the old country while you’re young and have no money

-wear beautiful clothing whenever possible

-feel the glow of a pregnant summer moon on the nape of your neck

-live as a hermit in the forest for a time, gathering food and building your own shelter

-LARP. I’m not quite sure exactly what it means, but it sounds awesome

-always try to make people’s days brighter

-sing. dance. write lots of good music

-smile. never PMS. 

-love yourself. love others. make sure the ones you love know you love them

-write in fountain pen whenever possible. It’s so elegant.

-You may get married, but you are NOT allowed to have a beach wedding, or a seaside wedding or a large wedding (furthermore, never rent a reception hall)

-live beyond your means for a time, and realize that it is a horrible way to spend your life. Be frugal, but not stingy from that point on.

-never become what you hate

-NEVER join a golf club, country club, yacht club, ski club. EVER.

-eat lots of oatmeal to keep your heart happy

-eat lots of vegetables to keep your tummy happy

-buy cheap, stylish clothing in Poland

-try to improve the living conditions of those whose conditions are worse than your own

-kiss a stranger once, nonsexually, because maybe they feel lonely and need a kiss

-be drunk one time, and one time only

-go skinny dipping one time while your skin is still in good shape

-often make people’s gifts (the ones you truly care about anyway)

-never be a hipster, always be indy, always be true to who you are

-Be classy as cuss

-make your clothes sometimes

-knit a pair of shorts

-invent a strange recipe. it doesn’t have to taste nice

-read lots of books, absorb the knowledge of the world. discover things about yourself

-have a vegetable garden

-try being a vegetarian. probably fail at it

-NEVER eat ramen noodles or KD at university

-go to university. be a doctor

-lick a rock and carry a dirt ball in your pocket

-NEVER own a pair of crocs. never WEAR a pair of crocs.

-bicycle EVERYWHERE.

-be a good person

-have fun. :)

the snow hasn’t come and my mouth remains dry

there is only sun, midway through December

I want to know tinsel and brandy and pie

this Christmas feels much more like November

the wheat and the barley are fallen to fallow

withered and worn and torn and bone-dry

dusty earth barren and sallow

wispy white powder falls from the sky

let’s stomp and cheer for the snowflakes

who refused to admit they came too late

they fell right past the pearly gates

that pearly hue they imitate

does it make your heart quake

to anticipate the winter’s wake?

Do you think your heart will shake

well please don’t break, no please don’t break

does the fresh-fallen snow make you taste any different?

do you wake at the witching hour, as do I,

to run and depict angels on that blanket of winter and

bask in the warmth of the stars and their light?

the pristine canvas of mica-flecked white

so inviting, “come press your bare feet on my

silvery cloak, dance over my tightened

skin and we’ll melt into the night”

well do you want to waltz with me

under the glow of a streetlight?

at the park when the moon is bright

by the Christmas tree on Christmas night?

do you think your heart will take flight?

well I think mine might, well I think mine might

do you think your heart will take flight?

well I think mine might, well I think mine might

I am beginning to taste like December

Of fresh snow, tape and memories

Last winter we danced, do you remember

Being outside in the cold, clear dark breeze?

(I need more words here doo doot ‘m badapow)

Do you want to waltz with me

Under the glow of a streetlight,

At the park when the moon is bright,

By the Christmas tree, on Christmas night?

Do you think your heart will take flight?

Well I think mine might, I think mine might.

(also need more words here. mumble mumble and do the charleston)

Let’s stomp and cheer for the snowflakes

Who refused to admit they came too late

They fell right past the pearly gates

That pearly hue they did imitate

And does it make your heart quake

To anticipate the winter’s wake?

Do you think your heart will shake?

Well please don’t break, no please don’t break.