I’m tired and I’ll forget but damn. Shit is fuckedup
I’m ravenously feasting on bread. It’s expensive and bloatingly decadent
Me I’ll overthink myself into 500 years of doubt and self murder
I do want to add cooking to the very short list of thing I do which consists of basically sleeping and worrying
love songs are kind of abstracted to me because of how my life was is … SHRUGS
A day of thinking of being touched and not wanting to be touched Saturday A day
waking life is one long apology I am truly sorry
My heart is broken A muscle malfunctioning Not fit for purpose
Denial and repression keep me breathing
I only want your vision Not some useless other idea of you
Denial and repression keep me breathing
Greedy pig life
House sleepers important too
I only want your vision Not some useless other idea of you
My only talent is for dreamless sleep As we dig deeper into The hated months
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
No drama Except the shit I have in my head
i thoughtyou wanted some kind of sci fi artschool continental time zone cocks and cunts opera
delayed response because couldnt remember how to reply
Everything dusty Springfield or dusty bin
silently screaming and contorting myself into awful shapes
Any fucker who says it’s artistic and temperament of artist can fuck right off Mentally illness sucks
I only want your vision Not some useless other idea of you
To be in love With candid kitchen you