ppl with fewer feelings and nothing In common get married all the time
I’m gonna pout and float all in space
Sweating is far too polyester abhorrent Lightly perspiring Awaiting correspondence
So sweet yes Honeycomb bones
No drama Except the shit I have in my head
My only talent is for dreamless sleep As we dig deeper into The hated months
SITS IN CORNER FACING THE WAL
To own desired objects
Existential dieting
I only want your vision Not some useless other idea of you
keep thinking I should do something but nah
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
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My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
Who hasn't lived in fear of the me outside and the me inside
Me I’ll overthink myself into 500 years of doubt and self murder
selfish spiteful mornings and suffocating silent nights
Who hasn't lived in fear of the me outside and the me inside
I’m ravenously feasting on bread. It’s expensive and bloatingly decadent
I can’t hardly breathe in daylight
i thoughtyou wanted some kind of sci fi artschool continental time zone cocks and cunts opera
i sleeps with the fridges
I'm not a monster I am a monster
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