I hate myself But all my demons are my own
I give too many fucks I’m a careless fuck giver A promiscuous worrier
SITS IN CORNER FACING THE WAL
ppl with fewer feelings and nothing In common get married all the time
Garden of ugh
waking life is one long apology I am truly sorry
To own desired objects
keep thinking I should do something but nah
SITS IN CORNER FACING THE WAL
I'm not a monster I am a monster
Far far away In non-artist land
selfish spiteful mornings and suffocating silent nights
To own desired objects
Existential dieting
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
i sleeps with the fridges
To own desired objects
I’m tired and I’ll forget but damn. Shit is fuckedup
My sofa Saturday Sockless and serene A Buddhist calm A pitbull grin
My mind destroys worlds Have some
Big soft pig cushion
i thoughtyou wanted some kind of sci fi artschool continental time zone cocks and cunts opera
nothing happened though i have to recover like something did
Stretched out again Like a long legged goose Or something