when a part of me split off in the morning to dress like a crazy lady and run out of the house to do anything that flickers through my head.
make a fringe ring, cycle to marina bay, learn to blow smoke rings. Swap my flat shoes for 4-inches just to practice guitar while busking, swap back to bike down to botanic gardens and read trash from the 18th century. Climb rock walls, wash my banana pratas down with teh peng, go dancing in the evening sand, flirt with strangers. Be mean, leave them keen. Write about the whole damn thing and sell it for $80 bucks to some magazine at the end of the day.
yeah. look, ambitious.
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