is this witchy? my thoughts are cloudy this is weird: my mind is clear



in this hyper-chlorinated pool of humanity you're very clean



i give up



is this hunger? i can't remember this is strange: we're just the same



in this insatiable, unstable subspecies you're very sweet



i give up



flies woke up, confused sprung to life and spring all here and everything



sleeping on the kitchen couch sun everywhere you're very clear



i give up



why put the light on? why put the light at all?