Sweating is far too polyester abhorrent Lightly perspiring Awaiting correspondence
Need my monk prison death sentence haircut back
House sleepers important too
Weird is better than all them other fuckrrs who aren't you
Big soft pig cushion
Any fucker who says it’s artistic and temperament of artist can fuck right off Mentally illness sucks
I only want your vision Not some useless other idea of you
I've been avoiding doctors So I'm unmediated
Far far away In non-artist land
I'm not a monster I am a monster
keep thinking I should do something but nah
I’m gonna pout and float all in space
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
waking life is one long apology I am truly sorry
I hate myself But all my demons are my own
To own desired objects
I’m gonna pout and float all in space
To be in love With candid kitchen you
My only talent is for dreamless sleep As we dig deeper into The hated months
Far far away In non-artist land
Weird is better than all them other fuckrrs who aren't you
i sleeps with the fridges
At any other point in history I wouldve been dead for years
Need my monk prison death sentence haircut back