i feel disaster in my body like someone left all the windows in all of the houses of the world open and you’re laying there, duvet gone, but it left a note. i just feel disaster in my body.
he took down his punk things from the walls it’s weird when i walk past his house at night and milo isn’t looking out at me i always wanted him to hold me when he was old when his arms matched his jackets.
the man taught me tricks, but i can breathe in and out quite effectively thank you very much, but standing on train platforms like high heels feet arched? like a friends weekend getaway with cheap vodka teetering between the two yellow safety lines? wondering if i tipped left or right which would be right? i can breathe in and out quite effectively thank you very much
you’re corner bound visible shakes are you bumming people out? who knows, just pre-empting the tiniest hi how are you? like so small that a mouse couldn’t use it as a chair sounding like yelling about launch codes, well what you gonna do new year new you?
they painted over the massive i love you in the park maybe someone was tired of reminders maybe the guy mowing the lawn had just had enough maybe someone just tripped over with a paint can and felt pretty neutral about love in the first place or maybe love is dead, whatever
spending all night with mystery pills, if you built a city of us could you imagine the targeted adverts? “this toothpaste is enough for one person” “we can just leave the food at the door, it’s fine." 50,000 stumbling out the front door.