not beautiful wings

My character?  I have no character.  What I have is two tiny slips of paper, so small that they barely exist.  And I’m going to take them, and I’m going to stab myself in the chest with a pair of really sharp scissors, and then I’m going to put those two tiny slips of paper inside my body, right where my heart is supposed to be.  And then I’m going to grow a pair of wings.  Big, blue, and green scary wings, not beautiful wings, BUG wings, the kind that move real fast.  And then I’m going to go.  Somewhere.  Where the like tall girls, with bug wings.  And then I’m going to lay in the sun and have a margarita. 

-Theresa Rebeck, Mauritius