Garden of ugh
I hate myself But all my demons are my own
My mind destroys worlds Have some
Who hasn't lived in fear of the me outside and the me inside
Does nothing - shocker!
Everything dusty Springfield or dusty bin
silently screaming and contorting myself into awful shapes
Stretched out again Like a long legged goose Or something
Garden of ugh
My heart is broken A muscle malfunctioning Not fit for purpose
Sweating is far too polyester abhorrent Lightly perspiring Awaiting correspondence
no food starve die die u bastard
No drama Except the shit I have in my head
Me I’ll overthink myself into 500 years of doubt and self murder
Stretched out again Like a long legged goose Or something
My only talent is for dreamless sleep As we dig deeper into The hated months
A day of thinking of being touched and not wanting to be touched Saturday A day
Greedy pig life
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
Stretched out again Like a long legged goose Or something
i thoughtyou wanted some kind of sci fi artschool continental time zone cocks and cunts opera
Far far away In non-artist land
I’m gonna watch tv now and try not to think about anything ever