pink milk drink

when they wanna be all matchy-matchy again n ur jus like

scowls (how i suspect owls feel about the current state of affairs)

but it was not good – billy was once again caught looking for the end of his rope

lurching from one hellscape to another

it’s acid raining again & all Harold talks about is the flood

it was at the most inopportune moment when u started to wonder who the puppet masters really were

when suddenly u realize ur playing a game u never signed up for

when u were promised mass disassociation but this is not what u had in mind

when the appropriate level of fear is unclear

i am a uckin delight

carp fuckingdiem they said

when u walk in to a room n awkwardly realize

pigeons are scary

checkmate u utopian fuc

oh no that’s awful – thoughts & prayers

I am Ungovernable