laying in a layer of hell
everything is great if you cant relate
painting feels lonelier than any other activity i could imagine or not imagine.
doing crunches until eye vomit up omelete juice.
living on dryer lint has lost its charm
thinking of selling my left arm
need an I.V. hooked up 2 my balls just to drain the demon semon.
stuck on sex
living in pink wingo wango land
growing fur all over my right hand.
time is not a friend.
Its an enemy
painting in bed
cuz im 2 sick and lonely 2 move.
selling my horrible existence for a cheap ride…