Sweating is far too polyester abhorrent Lightly perspiring Awaiting correspondence
Me I’ll overthink myself into 500 years of doubt and self murder
My sofa Saturday Sockless and serene A Buddhist calm A pitbull grin
People pour their own desire into what they don’t know or see or something
My only talent is for dreamless sleep As we dig deeper into The hated months
No drama Except the shit I have in my head
House sleepers important too
ppl with fewer feelings and nothing In common get married all the time
I give too many fucks I’m a careless fuck giver A promiscuous worrier
To own desired objects
Everything dusty Springfield or dusty bin
just want something to soften the edges of my distress
I can’t hardly breathe in daylight
At any other point in history I wouldve been dead for years
all the beauty I’m not and the intimacy I’m not having It’s a full time job
I suck Thank fuck for great things I can sit with
just want something to soften the edges of my distress
Garden of ugh
It's dark and quiet and nothing can hurt me now The day demons are dead
Poking wounds with rusty spoons
no food starve die die u bastard
I’m ravenously feasting on bread. It’s expensive and bloatingly decadent
A day of thinking of being touched and not wanting to be touched Saturday A day
My heart is broken A muscle malfunctioning Not fit for purpose