waking life is one long apology I am truly sorry
People pour their own desire into what they don’t know or see or something
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
Poking wounds with rusty spoons
Does nothing - shocker!
Denial and repression keep me breathing
just want something to soften the edges of my distress
just want something to soften the edges of my distress
just want something to soften the edges of my distress
To be in love With candid kitchen you
Sweating is far too polyester abhorrent Lightly perspiring Awaiting correspondence
I can’t hardly breathe in daylight
SITS IN CORNER FACING THE WAL
Any fucker who says it’s artistic and temperament of artist can fuck right off Mentally illness sucks
Existential dieting
all the beauty I’m not and the intimacy I’m not having It’s a full time job
Me I’ll overthink myself into 500 years of doubt and self murder
I’m tired and I’ll forget but damn. Shit is fuckedup
I only want your vision Not some useless other idea of you
Just a git
SITS IN CORNER FACING THE WAL
Poking wounds with rusty spoons
just want something to soften the edges of my distress
Everything is best Because you Because me