Garden of ugh
My sofa Saturday Sockless and serene A Buddhist calm A pitbull grin
i sleeps with the fridges
So sweet yes Honeycomb bones
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
Who hasn't lived in fear of the me outside and the me inside
Just a git
Denial and repression keep me breathing
My sofa Saturday Sockless and serene A Buddhist calm A pitbull grin
no food starve die die u bastard
I do want to add cooking to the very short list of thing I do which consists of basically sleeping and worrying
Need my monk prison death sentence haircut back
SITS IN CORNER FACING THE WAL
Garden of ugh
Stretched out again Like a long legged goose Or something
House sleepers important too
Big soft pig cushion
Sweating is far too polyester abhorrent Lightly perspiring Awaiting correspondence
I’m ravenously feasting on bread. It’s expensive and bloatingly decadent
keep thinking I should do something but nah
I’m tired and I’ll forget but damn. Shit is fuckedup
silently screaming and contorting myself into awful shapes
I’m gonna pout and float all in space
To be in love With candid kitchen you