the nameless bones of a broken girl search the world for a soul

so desperate to be

maybe i should just collect rain to watch my soul form? on a window of you choosing perhaps?

maybe i can be a version of you?

just another wannabe incapable of abstracting themself from the culture inhabited.

or mybe i'll just be myslef ya maggots...

thought

the sleek death of confidence a small dank flame perspired

an office for the orifice.

a smell for the shell.

a day delivered without promises or retribution just the flat hands of time offering nothing but...

a wink smile fuck you inimitable in style so again fuck you

they always imagine themselves as more important...

like somehow a pencil held up the sky with its shaft Earth, seriously you're havin a laff

wana play 'fuckwits' with me?

cos you done binded - crank

mood; light and breezy.

you try and count into eternity but only find your own fears buddy

the becology of liars

the soil of the infirm