Existential dieting
Poking wounds with rusty spoons
what would 80s LL COOL J do?
Stretched out again Like a long legged goose Or something
So sweet yes Honeycomb bones
Big soft pig cushion
Does nothing - shocker!
Who hasn't lived in fear of the me outside and the me inside
My mind destroys worlds Have some
My only talent is for dreamless sleep As we dig deeper into The hated months
I do want to add cooking to the very short list of thing I do which consists of basically sleeping and worrying
Garden of ugh
Poking wounds with rusty spoons
My heart is broken A muscle malfunctioning Not fit for purpose
Who hasn't lived in fear of the me outside and the me inside
I give too many fucks I’m a careless fuck giver A promiscuous worrier
silently screaming and contorting myself into awful shapes
To be in love With candid kitchen you
People pour their own desire into what they don’t know or see or something
i was panicking that i was forgetting what you look like
My mind destroys worlds Have some
No drama Except the shit I have in my head
I hate myself But all my demons are my own
silently screaming and contorting myself into awful shapes