My heart is broken A muscle malfunctioning Not fit for purpose
Existential dieting
SITS IN CORNER FACING THE WAL
I’m ravenously feasting on bread. It’s expensive and bloatingly decadent
SITS IN CORNER FACING THE WAL
Poking wounds with rusty spoons
My mind destroys worlds Have some
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
To own desired objects
Me I’ll overthink myself into 500 years of doubt and self murder
Need my monk prison death sentence haircut back
I tell the truth against my nature or with you the daylight sneaks in
Greedy pig life
It's dark and quiet and nothing can hurt me now The day demons are dead
Weird is better than all them other fuckrrs who aren't you
I’m gonna watch tv now and try not to think about anything ever
I’m gonna pout and float all in space
To own desired objects
YES THAT IS MY OBSESSION
Any fucker who says it’s artistic and temperament of artist can fuck right off Mentally illness sucks
People pour their own desire into what they don’t know or see or something
I’m gonna pout and float all in space
So sweet yes Honeycomb bones