well i guess this is it. its gone for good. nowhere to be found. the universe is genuinely against me. and i am genuinely against the universe. fuck everything. if anyone is looking for me, i will be in my crawlspace cupboard swarmed with blankets and my dogs.
tuesday came quickly browning out the sidelines three black lines around my head too often dog breath in my face a bit of a disease, probably. lies on labels cords twisting around my wrist face on the table edge waiting to be hit bags of old candy i'm waiting too long for this, maybe. designed wounds, bitch drinks for the lonely hour.
snooze button i pretty sure that you a robot cause when i sneak in you house and watch you sleep you sound like broken motor but when i try fix you scream like non-robot pardon me.