Wednesday 17 December 2014

archive +11.04

 Pull off my ears and chew

You aren’t religious in any way

With all that guilt

Sweet potato

Sleeping bag and headphones

Juxtaposing myself against the objects of my gaze, aren’t I

They perform for me

They exist through me

Im too self aware and self loathing now

He's such a stirrer

Lots of bruises

Chipped my front tooth pretty bad

Im full, tired and bored