give me head scratches
as if I was a good boy
this feels amazing

I used to sell crack,
and crack accessories, to
fund the CIA

megaman legends
slam my dick in the car door
pick bloody boogers

i’m dyin, spacetree.
got a big ol’ brain tumor.
i don’t have much time.

oil burns, acne scars
fatigue the Parmesan boys
color coded notes

heavenly angles
opium den slide whistle
scrotal lingerie

doing the laundry
god’s birthday is coming up
what should I get him

all day every day
think about doing something
and never do it

walking for an hour
and standing in the same place
don’t feel different

emo girls glomp me
i remember this thought loop
i’ll stay here awhile

sometimes, when it rains
I become so sad that I
go to bed on time

stable stagnation
I could waste away like this
for a long, long time

contemplating the
bleak, boring, nothing days that
make up my life’s bulk

depraved and deprived
eat salt and vinegar chips
self-immolation

comfy poof jacket
everyone says I look tired
oh wow, haha yeah

my entire wardrobe
is uniforms from old jobs
nauseous with despair

you have no chance with
anyone in your building
skip christmas this year

refer back to my
anatomy class textbooks
for shotgun placement

become the lowest
common denominator
die die die die die

i am unable
to do anything about
the reasons things suck

why am I so weak?!??
i can’t even move right now!!!
fuck! why can’t I move?!?!

maybe, if I can
uninstall video games
I’ll do real life stuff

but what would I do
instead of video games
that isn’t boring?

laptop: no work done
no laptop: all work gets done
no laptop today

I wonder if my
do-it-yourself therapy
will bear any fruit

discount jellybeans
i still have so much to learn
about throwing up

my thick meaty dump
on the side of the highway
blossoms pungently

finally asleep
they said it couldn’t be done
lush flapjack breakfast

ass getting flabby
weep with my head in my hands
hi, can I get uhhhhhhh

dead end of a life
It sucked then and it sucks now
useless little bitch

yield to entropy
i’m not crying, you’re crying
what’s a complete thought

Left on read since the
Paleozoic era
Tighty whitey stains

warm syrupy poop
washes over me in waves
like the light of dawn

doing the laundry
fuck, it’s god’s birthday today
completely forgot

jfk’s hard cock
don’t worry guys, it’s just blood
my dog’s a lawyer

stumbled upon the
haunted robot factory
with your mom last night

What the fuck is sex
I’m being killed as we speak
Yeah I can do brunch