blonde too high to hear my hellish voice memos
+_+_+_+ I’m knelt on the post Production graveyard Channeling a canter On my busted brown couch in the cool October morning As the piano sounds out of a Sonos system stolen from
Someone who looks a lot like me, done doggystyle
On my busted brown couch in the cool October morning Wondering if the woman I passed on the way to coffee Was staring at my basketball shorts She was with her husband and dog I smiled commercially at the dog Hoping to broadcast ignorance and offset the days of cumsweat misting the air around my dribbling ball shorts +_+_+_ The plan is : we will stand in circles Saying things from the internet Never heard of that band They must be from the future I'm trans-zodiac actually I havent met anyone else, if thats what youre — +_+_+