My sofa Saturday Sockless and serene A Buddhist calm A pitbull grin
I can’t hardly breathe in daylight
I’m gonna pout and float all in space
Just a git
At any other point in history I wouldve been dead for years
Big soft pig cushion
To be in love With candid kitchen you
Denial and repression keep me breathing
A day of thinking of being touched and not wanting to be touched Saturday A day
arse piece *giggle*
Weird is better than all them other fuckrrs who aren't you
Any fucker who says it’s artistic and temperament of artist can fuck right off Mentally illness sucks
I'm not a monster I am a monster
Need my monk prison death sentence haircut back
Kinda inspiring but like Not cuz I can't do stuff
People pour their own desire into what they don’t know or see or something
Everything is best Because you Because me
Poking wounds with rusty spoons
all the beauty I’m not and the intimacy I’m not having It’s a full time job
Denial and repression keep me breathing
Far far away In non-artist land
I'm not a monster I am a monster
i sleeps with the fridges
My sofa Saturday Sockless and serene A Buddhist calm A pitbull grin