just want something to soften the edges of my distress
Sweating is far too polyester abhorrent Lightly perspiring Awaiting correspondence
Who hasn't lived in fear of the me outside and the me inside
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
SITS IN CORNER FACING THE WAL
all the beauty I’m not and the intimacy I’m not having It’s a full time job
I’m tired and I’ll forget but damn. Shit is fuckedup
Weird is better than all them other fuckrrs who aren't you
I’m ravenously feasting on bread. It’s expensive and bloatingly decadent
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
no food starve die die u bastard
Existential dieting
I tell the truth against my nature or with you the daylight sneaks in
Any fucker who says it’s artistic and temperament of artist can fuck right off Mentally illness sucks
delayed response because couldnt remember how to reply
Existential dieting
It's dark and quiet and nothing can hurt me now The day demons are dead
Just a git
selfish spiteful mornings and suffocating silent nights
I've been avoiding doctors So I'm unmediated
I only want your vision Not some useless other idea of you
My sofa Saturday Sockless and serene A Buddhist calm A pitbull grin
Far far away In non-artist land
My mind destroys worlds Have some