send me dead flowers

I played mournful piano in my huge empty house.



I called an ex lover needing love. he let me down again.

don’t need nuthin.

fucker.

i passed the time weighing the pros and cons of my lonesome, lonesome life.
and thinking on that problematic belly full of rocks. and thought maybe it’s catching. either way I’ve caught it today. and nothing else sits well in this belly with those rocks. so it’s a seasick but sunshiney day. thank heavens its almost over and thank heavens for small sailors. and the blue in the sky, enough for all the trousers they’d ever need.

ask roky. tonight is the night of the vampires. and when i walked to the dairy i almost got fanged. yes i've got the scratches.