i sleeps with the fridges
Existential dieting
Weird is better than all them other fuckrrs who aren't you
Big soft pig cushion
Everything dusty Springfield or dusty bin
People pour their own desire into what they don’t know or see or something
silently screaming and contorting myself into awful shapes
ppl with fewer feelings and nothing In common get married all the time
No drama Except the shit I have in my head
Poking wounds with rusty spoons
House sleepers important too
i was panicking that i was forgetting what you look like
To own desired objects
The horror of waking up as myself. Again
I've been avoiding doctors So I'm unmediated
My sofa Saturday Sockless and serene A Buddhist calm A pitbull grin
ppl with fewer feelings and nothing In common get married all the time
all the beauty I’m not and the intimacy I’m not having It’s a full time job
At any other point in history I wouldve been dead for years
waking life is one long apology I am truly sorry
I’m tired and I’ll forget but damn. Shit is fuckedup
It's dark and quiet and nothing can hurt me now The day demons are dead
Need my monk prison death sentence haircut back
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete