I do want to add cooking to the very short list of thing I do which consists of basically sleeping and worrying
Everything is best Because you Because me
I've been avoiding doctors So I'm unmediated
A day of thinking of being touched and not wanting to be touched Saturday A day
My mind destroys worlds Have some
delayed response because couldnt remember how to reply
Any fucker who says it’s artistic and temperament of artist can fuck right off Mentally illness sucks
A day of thinking of being touched and not wanting to be touched Saturday A day
Big soft pig cushion
Just a git
i thoughtyou wanted some kind of sci fi artschool continental time zone cocks and cunts opera
I’m gonna pout and float all in space
Greedy pig life
no food starve die die u bastard
all the beauty I’m not and the intimacy I’m not having It’s a full time job
My sofa Saturday Sockless and serene A Buddhist calm A pitbull grin
Far far away In non-artist land
no food starve die die u bastard
I hate myself But all my demons are my own
Denial and repression keep me breathing
My sofa Saturday Sockless and serene A Buddhist calm A pitbull grin
Weird is better than all them other fuckrrs who aren't you
The horror of waking up as myself. Again
Poking wounds with rusty spoons