Listening to mount shasta at a quarter after six in the morning

Is that dill I see in the pub garden

I’m at the club on nerve blockers

Dreamt I was running errands with my dad in port coquitlam last night

Listening to the necks while approaching page 400 of władysław reymont’s the peasants

“Only a fool would float timber in March”

I'm sooooooooo good at doing the dishes

Fuck my labubu life

I bet I’m the only one listening to city of caterpillar at this bus stop

"I drink from your cup"

cooking chilli while listening to helium

I will always clock the business you're standing on brother

August is going to be devoted to locking in I swear

“All of the wrath of god, none of the salvation”

“Fishing is like bowling”

past history

Trying my best to never reference the UK in my poems, a country I’ve lived in since 2019

Husky dude listening to hüsker dü