pressure cooker has a

dynamic personality

noise I can’t hear

skeleton corporeality

in my wasted youth I ate

hydraulic, in reality

(just another nothing hoarder)

just another hoarder to fear

swedish death cleaning, skinny

i’m back in the hospital

reframe bullshit I try to make

libido for mosquitos

when’s the last time I got tanned?

so fun fact, im always here

oh roommate, am I crazy yet?

or, this useless doctor my

closest equivalent to love?