Virtue-indecency in maladaptive ways.
Caught eating cake on a diet.
I’m not much for fancy for the term diet. As if one chooses to suppress their own health or innate carvacious tumulitudes.
Old words that when you change the prefix just sound like doodley-doo’s in a sort of classed up, bland way.
Flour for seasoning,
I find in most ventures of life, personality, and people.
I get recommended ways and stays for “moody makeup”
Post-board swangs.
Why relinquish the power of the gift of the carved eyeliner wing
When I really was just trying to give myself some privacy.
So the days of the ‘Bodega Fit’’ may lay sacred. [natural-bare-faced.]
And I don’t have to beat the breaks off my own mental-consumption that eradicates and erodiates at any constant second
I find myself annoyed – that I’m trying to find the time to take a breath and I’m so lacking in respect : I’m not allowed it somehow??
Summer Bummer punt the punner that chooses to sway
In chaotic nihilistic ways.
When good things happen and your 3% crust that fell off the pie
Feels like small-stature to problems left rattlin like drums in my mind.
Don’t fuck with the sleep schedule.
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