waking life is one long apology I am truly sorry
My only talent is for dreamless sleep As we dig deeper into The hated months
i sleeps with the fridges
The horror of waking up as myself. Again
what would 80s LL COOL J do?
Me I’ll overthink myself into 500 years of doubt and self murder
nothing happened though i have to recover like something did
Need my monk prison death sentence haircut back
I'm not a monster I am a monster
Sweating is far too polyester abhorrent Lightly perspiring Awaiting correspondence
Any fucker who says it’s artistic and temperament of artist can fuck right off Mentally illness sucks
I’m ravenously feasting on bread. It’s expensive and bloatingly decadent
I’m tired and I’ll forget but damn. Shit is fuckedup
A day of thinking of being touched and not wanting to be touched Saturday A day
Stretched out again Like a long legged goose Or something
I’m tired and I’ll forget but damn. Shit is fuckedup
Everything dusty Springfield or dusty bin
Garden of ugh
I’m tired and I’ll forget but damn. Shit is fuckedup
No drama Except the shit I have in my head
Everything dusty Springfield or dusty bin
SITS IN CORNER FACING THE WAL
I can’t hardly breathe in daylight
I can’t hardly breathe in daylight