NETTLE BOY

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

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