I tell the truth against my nature or with you the daylight sneaks in
I’m ravenously feasting on bread. It’s expensive and bloatingly decadent
Just a git
I'm not a monster I am a monster
People pour their own desire into what they don’t know or see or something
Everything dusty Springfield or dusty bin
Does nothing - shocker!
I’m ravenously feasting on bread. It’s expensive and bloatingly decadent
Just a git
I do want to add cooking to the very short list of thing I do which consists of basically sleeping and worrying
Existential dieting
SITS IN CORNER FACING THE WAL
Everything is best Because you Because me
I hate myself But all my demons are my own
delayed response because couldnt remember how to reply
Far far away In non-artist land
My only talent is for dreamless sleep As we dig deeper into The hated months
My mind destroys worlds Have some
I give too many fucks I’m a careless fuck giver A promiscuous worrier
selfish spiteful mornings and suffocating silent nights
I’m gonna pout and float all in space
Any fucker who says it’s artistic and temperament of artist can fuck right off Mentally illness sucks
My mind destroys worlds Have some
I’m ravenously feasting on bread. It’s expensive and bloatingly decadent