a festering room
where breath is kept private, the collective separate- unweilding.
Rocked, cradled, comforted.

Curious of the quality, of the movement
Curious of the motives, of the
movement

XXX do you see how you seem?
I have energy for you
I don't want to let you down

Ostentatious in my dressing gown,
We all know that those more beautiful get through life easier and it is painful to acknowledge that🐫.
And or, more readily get acid thrown in their faces by hopelessly enraged people.

make this, make that, whatever yeah, it's all fucking shit!

A festering room, smells like broiled testicles. Where do you like to hang out? I like the shopping centre as I can derive joy from the aesthetical playground of capitalism whilst mostly avoiding its lure.

I was on the tube today and people smelt viciously like sporty floral teenage fantasy disco slow dances. I smelt stale but felt like I owned it well. I thought I could see the guy to my right, who had not sat back in his chair but purched tensely close to the edge, smirk to his friend.

I can hear a whole group of people having fun next door from where I lie infirm, I am convinced it is at my expense. They are playing drums and

So apparently don't get too close to a  married couple