My sofa Saturday Sockless and serene A Buddhist calm A pitbull grin
delayed response because couldnt remember how to reply
I’m gonna pout and float all in space
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
My heart is broken A muscle malfunctioning Not fit for purpose
SITS IN CORNER FACING THE WAL
Sweating is far too polyester abhorrent Lightly perspiring Awaiting correspondence
i thoughtyou wanted some kind of sci fi artschool continental time zone cocks and cunts opera
No drama Except the shit I have in my head
House sleepers important too
People pour their own desire into what they don’t know or see or something
selfish spiteful mornings and suffocating silent nights
I can’t hardly breathe in daylight
My heart is broken A muscle malfunctioning Not fit for purpose
Weird is better than all them other fuckrrs who aren't you
Who hasn't lived in fear of the me outside and the me inside
I'm not a monster I am a monster
nothing happened though i have to recover like something did
Stretched out again Like a long legged goose Or something
i was panicking that i was forgetting what you look like
My only talent is for dreamless sleep As we dig deeper into The hated months
To be in love With candid kitchen you
Who hasn't lived in fear of the me outside and the me inside
Need my monk prison death sentence haircut back