I’m tired and I’ll forget but damn. Shit is fuckedup
People pour their own desire into what they don’t know or see or something
Garden of ugh
keep thinking I should do something but nah
Denial and repression keep me breathing
Far far away In non-artist land
what would 80s LL COOL J do?
My heart is broken A muscle malfunctioning Not fit for purpose
I suck Thank fuck for great things I can sit with
Me I’ll overthink myself into 500 years of doubt and self murder
House sleepers important too
It's dark and quiet and nothing can hurt me now The day demons are dead
To be in love With candid kitchen you
I only want your vision Not some useless other idea of you
No drama Except the shit I have in my head
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
Just a git
Need my monk prison death sentence haircut back
I only want your vision Not some useless other idea of you
I’m ravenously feasting on bread. It’s expensive and bloatingly decadent
Need my monk prison death sentence haircut back
i sleeps with the fridges
My only talent is for dreamless sleep As we dig deeper into The hated months