Big soft pig cushion
I suck Thank fuck for great things I can sit with
My only talent is for dreamless sleep As we dig deeper into The hated months
The horror of waking up as myself. Again
People pour their own desire into what they don’t know or see or something
Far far away In non-artist land
Who hasn't lived in fear of the me outside and the me inside
I’m gonna pout and float all in space
i thoughtyou wanted some kind of sci fi artschool continental time zone cocks and cunts opera
Poking wounds with rusty spoons
Garden of ugh
It's dark and quiet and nothing can hurt me now The day demons are dead
selfish spiteful mornings and suffocating silent nights
Any fucker who says it’s artistic and temperament of artist can fuck right off Mentally illness sucks
House sleepers important too
i was panicking that i was forgetting what you look like
Any fucker who says it’s artistic and temperament of artist can fuck right off Mentally illness sucks
My heart is broken A muscle malfunctioning Not fit for purpose
Everything dusty Springfield or dusty bin
i sleeps with the fridges
what would 80s LL COOL J do?
what would 80s LL COOL J do?
Kinda inspiring but like Not cuz I can't do stuff
YES THAT IS MY OBSESSION