The horror of waking up as myself. Again
no food starve die die u bastard
People pour their own desire into what they don’t know or see or something
i thoughtyou wanted some kind of sci fi artschool continental time zone cocks and cunts opera
silently screaming and contorting myself into awful shapes
I’m gonna pout and float all in space
Sweating is far too polyester abhorrent Lightly perspiring Awaiting correspondence
Far far away In non-artist land
delayed response because couldnt remember how to reply
Stretched out again Like a long legged goose Or something
I give too many fucks I’m a careless fuck giver A promiscuous worrier
My only talent is for dreamless sleep As we dig deeper into The hated months
I've been avoiding doctors So I'm unmediated
keep thinking I should do something but nah
Any fucker who says it’s artistic and temperament of artist can fuck right off Mentally illness sucks
My mind destroys worlds Have some
My mind destroys worlds Have some
Poking wounds with rusty spoons
Everything dusty Springfield or dusty bin
My sofa Saturday Sockless and serene A Buddhist calm A pitbull grin
I’m gonna pout and float all in space
i was panicking that i was forgetting what you look like
Need my monk prison death sentence haircut back
So sweet yes Honeycomb bones