selfish spiteful mornings and suffocating silent nights
To own desired objects
Sweating is far too polyester abhorrent Lightly perspiring Awaiting correspondence
Greedy pig life
YES THAT IS MY OBSESSION
My only talent is for dreamless sleep As we dig deeper into The hated months
ppl with fewer feelings and nothing In common get married all the time
Any fucker who says it’s artistic and temperament of artist can fuck right off Mentally illness sucks
I give too many fucks I’m a careless fuck giver A promiscuous worrier
i sleeps with the fridges
So sweet yes Honeycomb bones
To be in love With candid kitchen you
I tell the truth against my nature or with you the daylight sneaks in
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
Big soft pig cushion
Far far away In non-artist land
I've been avoiding doctors So I'm unmediated
Sweating is far too polyester abhorrent Lightly perspiring Awaiting correspondence
SITS IN CORNER FACING THE WAL
A day of thinking of being touched and not wanting to be touched Saturday A day
Existential dieting
Poking wounds with rusty spoons
Just a git
Stretched out again Like a long legged goose Or something