Rhys Rodgers.

So I am back from my poetry tour. Guys.

I have lots more friends now.

I made a lady cry in one of my performances. In a good way. It was because my poem was so sad/beautiful.

I have decided I want to take up dancing, drawing, painting, sewing, zine making. I want to write my next book, more poems, plays, films, short storys, and just anything. I want to do crafty things, make sculptures, organize tea party’s and outings. I want to make secret society’s. I want to build cubbys and go on adventures and do unusual things. I want to play. I want to play now. That is going to be my career. I think.

Lots of people bought me drinks.

I got really sad and really lonely sometimes. quite a bit of the time actually.

I have some more books now.

I didnt take any drugs. I HATE it when people look at something creative and say the person who made it MUST have been on drugs. Fuck that. That makes me so fucking angry. fuck that.
am so so so so so so so soooooo creative.
I am SO AMAZING! I AM SO INTELLIGENT! I AM SOOOOOO RESOURCEFUL AND BEAUTIFUL AND GLORIOUS AND WONDERFUL. I AM SOoooOOooooOooooO GREAT!!!!!
Drugs are not creative. people are creative. because people are made in the image of God who is the biggest WEIRDO FREAK ever. Just like me.

I am going to start doing more stupid things. I am going to start dressing weirder than I usually do. I am going to get funner. I am going to just be as blow-your-socks-off amazing as I possibly can be. Because I have no reason to be normal and I dont care what you think so get lost. I am going to have my own fun. And you can come play if your brave enough.

I am glad to be making my studio livable. I am glad to be building a BASE from which I can launch all my creative attacks on normality!!! I just built myself a book shelf. yep.

I feel like i have GROWN into myself more. Cause I have spent just over 5 weeks with myself. And I think I am cooler now. because I feel more comfortable being around myself. And thats what cool is. Being comfortable around yourself. I think.

Also - whatever. I dont care. I just dont care. I seriously dont care about so much STUFF any more. I dont care i dont care i dont care. Nothing is a good enough reason for anything. And i am going to do what I am going to do and I’m not going to justify any of it to anyone because I dont care. I just dont care about little scrunched up feelings inside peoples stomachs and knots in their hair and stuff that stops them from picking up a pencil.

My body is a kite and there is only one tiny string keeping me close to the planet.

And that is enough for me (now)

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