I love the sounds of car tires rolling along wet roads.

I sometimes decide that I like that it isn't obvious what I'm trying to do. I want to change the world, or just a few lives or as many as I can, but I don't want anyone to suspect they're the prey. I just want people to suddenly stop and wonder "What the hell just hit me?"
I don't even know how I'm going to do this, but I'm working on finding a medium and a sound.I need a voice as well, a partner to work with, an alliance. But more importantly, I believe, a friend AND a critic. An honest and caring person with whom to share my goal. It would be boring without someone to glow with. Living itself is boring without anyone to help you provide light. I'd get lonely, and so would they. There's a person on the other side of the world (or town, or even the street) right now thinking about the intensity of the impact they want to make on people's lives and the world and how they'd get scared doing it along, and they're looking for a goal-mate too. I can't wait to meet this person. I hope they anticipate the meeting to the same degree.
Maybe it's the lack of sleep, or the influence of bands I'm embarrassed to admit I love, but another thing I want out of the experience of working to this is endless fun. I often think, "I'm supposed to suffer, I'm human, I need to feel pain too." But if you CAN be happy, then why not be?

What I need, as opposed to what I've been stating that I "want," is a college education and a perpetual muse. I need the ability to ceaselessly create based on the array of influential people and places and things around me. Maybe, for now, I need a fake ID as well.