Denial and repression keep me breathing
SITS IN CORNER FACING THE WAL
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
i thoughtyou wanted some kind of sci fi artschool continental time zone cocks and cunts opera
No drama Except the shit I have in my head
YES THAT IS MY OBSESSION
just want something to soften the edges of my distress
I suck Thank fuck for great things I can sit with
To own desired objects
Me I’ll overthink myself into 500 years of doubt and self murder
I’m gonna watch tv now and try not to think about anything ever
just want something to soften the edges of my distress
selfish spiteful mornings and suffocating silent nights
It's dark and quiet and nothing can hurt me now The day demons are dead
i sleeps with the fridges
I’m ravenously feasting on bread. It’s expensive and bloatingly decadent
My heart is broken A muscle malfunctioning Not fit for purpose
It's dark and quiet and nothing can hurt me now The day demons are dead
Denial and repression keep me breathing
Any fucker who says it’s artistic and temperament of artist can fuck right off Mentally illness sucks
Need my monk prison death sentence haircut back
The horror of waking up as myself. Again
Everything is best Because you Because me
I give too many fucks I’m a careless fuck giver A promiscuous worrier