SITS IN CORNER FACING THE WAL
Kinda inspiring but like Not cuz I can't do stuff
love songs are kind of abstracted to me because of how my life was is … SHRUGS
ppl with fewer feelings and nothing In common get married all the time
It's dark and quiet and nothing can hurt me now The day demons are dead
I’m tired and I’ll forget but damn. Shit is fuckedup
nothing happened though i have to recover like something did
To own desired objects
Any fucker who says it’s artistic and temperament of artist can fuck right off Mentally illness sucks
no food starve die die u bastard
A day of thinking of being touched and not wanting to be touched Saturday A day
I’m ravenously feasting on bread. It’s expensive and bloatingly decadent
all the beauty I’m not and the intimacy I’m not having It’s a full time job
Everything is best Because you Because me
My sofa Saturday Sockless and serene A Buddhist calm A pitbull grin
I’m ravenously feasting on bread. It’s expensive and bloatingly decadent
all the beauty I’m not and the intimacy I’m not having It’s a full time job
House sleepers important too
Far far away In non-artist land
I do want to add cooking to the very short list of thing I do which consists of basically sleeping and worrying
I suck Thank fuck for great things I can sit with
Garden of ugh
selfish spiteful mornings and suffocating silent nights
Poking wounds with rusty spoons