Need my monk prison death sentence haircut back
I’m gonna watch tv now and try not to think about anything ever
love songs are kind of abstracted to me because of how my life was is … SHRUGS
Denial and repression keep me breathing
Denial and repression keep me breathing
i thoughtyou wanted some kind of sci fi artschool continental time zone cocks and cunts opera
I can’t hardly breathe in daylight
SITS IN CORNER FACING THE WAL
Existential dieting
i was panicking that i was forgetting what you look like
My only talent is for dreamless sleep As we dig deeper into The hated months
Stretched out again Like a long legged goose Or something
The horror of waking up as myself. Again
It's dark and quiet and nothing can hurt me now The day demons are dead
I suck Thank fuck for great things I can sit with
silently screaming and contorting myself into awful shapes
Denial and repression keep me breathing
I suck Thank fuck for great things I can sit with
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
Sweating is far too polyester abhorrent Lightly perspiring Awaiting correspondence
Me I’ll overthink myself into 500 years of doubt and self murder
The horror of waking up as myself. Again
Poking wounds with rusty spoons
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete