The horror of waking up as myself. Again
My heart is broken A muscle malfunctioning Not fit for purpose
I give too many fucks I’m a careless fuck giver A promiscuous worrier
Existential dieting
House sleepers important too
just want something to soften the edges of my distress
keep thinking I should do something but nah
I’m gonna watch tv now and try not to think about anything ever
My sofa Saturday Sockless and serene A Buddhist calm A pitbull grin
Far far away In non-artist land
Does nothing - shocker!
Big soft pig cushion
arse piece *giggle*
Any fucker who says it’s artistic and temperament of artist can fuck right off Mentally illness sucks
I suck Thank fuck for great things I can sit with
nothing happened though i have to recover like something did
Stretched out again Like a long legged goose Or something
nothing happened though i have to recover like something did
Everything is best Because you Because me
At any other point in history I wouldve been dead for years
Greedy pig life
I'm not a monster I am a monster
Denial and repression keep me breathing
People pour their own desire into what they don’t know or see or something