No time for mattering, no space for space

Big gun shots from Polar bears

Day dreaming about white horses with brilliant white teeth

crystal clear waters, with glitter underneath

I've been thinking up tales of the big blue above,

with fairy floss colored rain clouds

and secret butterfly love.

My voicebox is the Devil, my thoughts can eat shit.

I feel so small in this gigantic cluster of stars

like a single grain of sand, mirrored by it's own image

Please do something outragous, out of the ordanairy, fantastic

to make me smile, to get me excited, to make this fractured earth feel okay to be excisting in.

I've been walking through all the cities hoping to find something to make me smile, but everything is so stale,

stale air I am breathing in, no tastes in my mouth, everything smells of cigerettes and I have no storys to tell.

I'm okay when I can speak, but it feels like my mouth has been super glued for the past month

Listening to Bob Dylan in pa pa's red jag

smoking cigars like we're all fancy and shit

he gave me his viynl from his old band The Models
sex, drugs and rock'n'roll
heroin ruins your life
woo hoo

spending time with my dad is the most blissful part of my life

Tiny Heart Shaped Infinite Creature

Someone please shoot me in the head, thank you.

fancy tiny cot's

I ran out of reasons for careing about anything
took acid and crawled into a bed where shadows were having roush sex on the walls.
catching fragments from my brains it's frozen like icelands coldest winter and I'm so trapped here like glue to a broken chair, I feel like I can't hide from anything anymore.