suffocating (consumerist dreams) i found the crowd soothing my time grew quiet (mind roars) and then my mind too.
it is impossible to be a beautiful artist that black slink dress? that is years of my life years of searching for a felix-thing, feline and slouched the best picture i ever made, that shape in the mirror it is impossible to be beautiful, belly buttons and cotton candy
5 mins ago, looked in the mirror liked what i saw and now blood-stained underwear hair drudge death pedagogies? wishful dressing? give me back my t-shirts, shorts gangly limbs, freckles take my hard nipples thighs fat ass have them












