I Think I Would Probably Do The Nine Anatomies First Since I Can Use My Own Body And I Dont Have To Leave

I think I would probably do the nine anatomies first since I can use my own body and I don’t have to leave the house, haha The Nine Anatomies: One Eye Open One Eye Closed Hands Feet (Shoes, you degens) The Mouth The Head The Heart (I have these cute paper hearts my mom made me whenever I would have a bad depressive episode. Prolly gonna use those because I *love* them) The Blood (I get bloody noses every now and again, but I can also whip up some fake blood for safety, haha) The Flesh

Good ol' Tickweed! baby

I cant remember what brush I used for this. I gotta find out. It came out so good for no reason

She is… Finished

A Collection of Three Little Lines, Third After the Others

...all I can think is that I starve for I deserve it  ...go on cowboy Afraid of the world That doesn’t need you I do not want to Push this restless body Like a corpse off a boat I want to rot To drown in comfort To die in a sea of stuffing Like a dog in  Cardiac arrest Ahead of myself I taste the sweetness of sleep in my mouth As my lover tells me of Taft’s tombstone

What good is music When the pianist ignores His audience a better song is sung from an admirer  with a broken, soft voice Much better than the heartless plunking Of strings that leave me feeling Petty. Empty. Cold. It’s really no choice. I don’t know why you compete with him.  You are Warmth. Fulfillment. Love.   Softer, but better.  Much, much better.