Grown Up

Things have been serious for a while then. Her paint could use work. You know where you are. See, I'm working inside to strip the culture and the meaning. I'm trying to find I-55 but the directions from this moon aren't clear. I'm working on the first word of my new language. Here's the feel of the word: Playing piano shirtless wearing a clown nose. Picking out your hair. Your old frayed jeans and that shirt. Getting drunk with friends. Grand theft auto. Remote and the premium package. Walking out rich and free. California's night sky one more time. The ocean. The trees with grown up oleander. Endless itinerary. Gifts for everyone! Hotels every night. Falling in love. Getting even. Visages and essence boxes. Ghosts of ghosts inside machines. 1000 amps to the toe. Some malice. A dash of blood from lips. 7 out of 9 lives. What would be the word?