NETTLE BOY

Any fucker who says it’s artistic and temperament of artist can fuck right off Mentally illness sucks

It's dark and quiet and nothing can hurt me now The day demons are dead

I'm not a monster I am a monster

I tell the truth against my nature or with you the daylight sneaks in

I hate myself But all my demons are my own

Sweating is far too polyester abhorrent Lightly perspiring Awaiting correspondence

I’m gonna pout and float all in space

To be in love With candid kitchen you

I suck Thank fuck for great things I can sit with

keep thinking I should do something but nah

i thoughtyou wanted some kind of sci fi artschool continental time zone cocks and cunts opera

At any other point in history I wouldve been dead for years

I’m ravenously feasting on bread. It’s expensive and bloatingly decadent

selfish spiteful mornings and suffocating silent nights

Poking wounds with rusty spoons

I'm not a monster I am a monster

silently screaming and contorting myself into awful shapes

Garden of ugh

I suck Thank fuck for great things I can sit with

Far far away In non-artist land

YES THAT IS MY OBSESSION

arse piece *giggle*