I only want your vision Not some useless other idea of you
just want something to soften the edges of my distress
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
To be in love With candid kitchen you
At any other point in history I wouldve been dead for years
My heart is broken A muscle malfunctioning Not fit for purpose
Me I’ll overthink myself into 500 years of doubt and self murder
ppl with fewer feelings and nothing In common get married all the time
People pour their own desire into what they don’t know or see or something
I've been avoiding doctors So I'm unmediated
Weird is better than all them other fuckrrs who aren't you
arse piece *giggle*
Far far away In non-artist land
So sweet yes Honeycomb bones
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
keep thinking I should do something but nah
YES THAT IS MY OBSESSION
i thoughtyou wanted some kind of sci fi artschool continental time zone cocks and cunts opera
waking life is one long apology I am truly sorry
Far far away In non-artist land
Stretched out again Like a long legged goose Or something
Sweating is far too polyester abhorrent Lightly perspiring Awaiting correspondence
I hate myself But all my demons are my own
i sleeps with the fridges