My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
Greedy pig life
It's dark and quiet and nothing can hurt me now The day demons are dead
No drama Except the shit I have in my head
Greedy pig life
I've been avoiding doctors So I'm unmediated
To own desired objects
House sleepers important too
Need my monk prison death sentence haircut back
I suck Thank fuck for great things I can sit with
Big soft pig cushion
no food starve die die u bastard
At any other point in history I wouldve been dead for years
Everything dusty Springfield or dusty bin
I’m gonna watch tv now and try not to think about anything ever
I only want your vision Not some useless other idea of you
Any fucker who says it’s artistic and temperament of artist can fuck right off Mentally illness sucks
My sofa Saturday Sockless and serene A Buddhist calm A pitbull grin
I give too many fucks I’m a careless fuck giver A promiscuous worrier
Any fucker who says it’s artistic and temperament of artist can fuck right off Mentally illness sucks
Need my monk prison death sentence haircut back
all the beauty I’m not and the intimacy I’m not having It’s a full time job
I hate myself But all my demons are my own
I’m gonna watch tv now and try not to think about anything ever