Are you there God? It’s me, uh, Kiwi.

“You are resilient.”

My little sister said to me with such conviction I had to believe her.

In retrospect I didn’t have much of a choice. There was no time for remorse, or crybaby antics. For you see I have a dream, one of those – my life will end/ empty shell – kind of dreams. And if I wanted to follow it, I would literally have to pick my self up, shake of all that bad karma shit, and grab destiny by its tight shriveled up balls.

Classy? Non.

Look, I’m just a girl, looking for a break.
That is all, nothing fancy, I promise.

So,
hey there universe,
interweb wasteland

God,
Whom/whatever-
all I ask for is one shot.

DO YOU HEAR ME! YEAH?!
Okay. Awesome.
Thank you.