I’m gonna watch tv now and try not to think about anything ever
Big soft pig cushion
Who hasn't lived in fear of the me outside and the me inside
Far far away In non-artist land
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
Me I’ll overthink myself into 500 years of doubt and self murder
I’m ravenously feasting on bread. It’s expensive and bloatingly decadent
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
Just a git
all the beauty I’m not and the intimacy I’m not having It’s a full time job
Sweating is far too polyester abhorrent Lightly perspiring Awaiting correspondence
Everything dusty Springfield or dusty bin
My only talent is for dreamless sleep As we dig deeper into The hated months
I tell the truth against my nature or with you the daylight sneaks in
To own desired objects
The horror of waking up as myself. Again
just want something to soften the edges of my distress
i thoughtyou wanted some kind of sci fi artschool continental time zone cocks and cunts opera
I’m gonna watch tv now and try not to think about anything ever
It's dark and quiet and nothing can hurt me now The day demons are dead
House sleepers important too
arse piece *giggle*
Who hasn't lived in fear of the me outside and the me inside
waking life is one long apology I am truly sorry