I’m ravenously feasting on bread. It’s expensive and bloatingly decadent
Poking wounds with rusty spoons
Weird is better than all them other fuckrrs who aren't you
keep thinking I should do something but nah
Any fucker who says it’s artistic and temperament of artist can fuck right off Mentally illness sucks
My sofa Saturday Sockless and serene A Buddhist calm A pitbull grin
Just a git
So sweet yes Honeycomb bones
People pour their own desire into what they don’t know or see or something
selfish spiteful mornings and suffocating silent nights
Garden of ugh
I tell the truth against my nature or with you the daylight sneaks in
silently screaming and contorting myself into awful shapes
So sweet yes Honeycomb bones
I’m ravenously feasting on bread. It’s expensive and bloatingly decadent
Far far away In non-artist land
Poking wounds with rusty spoons
My only talent is for dreamless sleep As we dig deeper into The hated months
what would 80s LL COOL J do?
At any other point in history I wouldve been dead for years
My mind destroys worlds Have some
I’m ravenously feasting on bread. It’s expensive and bloatingly decadent
A day of thinking of being touched and not wanting to be touched Saturday A day
Need my monk prison death sentence haircut back