I'm not a monster I am a monster
Any fucker who says it’s artistic and temperament of artist can fuck right off Mentally illness sucks
Stretched out again Like a long legged goose Or something
I hate myself But all my demons are my own
Existential dieting
To be in love With candid kitchen you
I suck Thank fuck for great things I can sit with
I'm not a monster I am a monster
Everything dusty Springfield or dusty bin
Big soft pig cushion
Far far away In non-artist land
SITS IN CORNER FACING THE WAL
selfish spiteful mornings and suffocating silent nights
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
YES THAT IS MY OBSESSION
Sweating is far too polyester abhorrent Lightly perspiring Awaiting correspondence
delayed response because couldnt remember how to reply
House sleepers important too
no food starve die die u bastard
Everything dusty Springfield or dusty bin
To be in love With candid kitchen you
Any fucker who says it’s artistic and temperament of artist can fuck right off Mentally illness sucks
Everything dusty Springfield or dusty bin