"Waiting For The Bus"

What did I tell myself? "No, bad. Don't sell your soul." What did I do? I sold my soul (Isombard by Declan McKenna)

Oh wow what's that? Art? Nah. Depression's human form.

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Wa-ho I not ded

hey I’m just really into this album okay

Art improvement (?) (left:then/right:now)

Take Me Home, Country Roads by John Denver except it’s playing from your neighbor’s radio that you can hear from your back porch, which you sit out on to relax in spite of the loud buzzing from the lightbulb and the hoards of moths that flock to it on summer evenings like this.

Some boys

hey hi i’m not dead?

There are three things I like hot; my saunas, my guns, and my men.

-APH Finland