Why I Like You
Even when the bowl on the table is still half-full of edamame or guacamole, and the waiter has yet to come take our drink order, I’ve already begun to miss you.
Why Am I Like This?
Why can’t we be who we want to be?
Why Do I Do This?
My mind is clogged with abusive chemicals and memories. I am at another party, in the bathroom, darkly dazing at my makeup in the mirror. I look like a pink wolf with cartoon eyes.
Why Do I Destroy Things?
I have no one on my side. Sunday night at work, we get drunk, I make out with Thomas. But I’m Mark’s girlfriend? I’m probably Ben’s girlfriend too. I don’t even know who these people are. They’re all just a blob of male to me.
My Honesty Is Evil
This isn’t my body. This isen’t my decision. There is a satellite underground, I’m the proxy.
Accelerated Euthanasia
The feeling is taking over my whole mind like the darkness canvases the sky at dusk.
My Writing Is Digital Dust
This is noise.
The Final Solution
Hope. Forward. Nah, we’re all just dying animals.
Morbid Beauty (Cawing)
True despair is staying alive.
Little Girl In Capitalism Dress
I am like a character in The Sims, this is all so automatic, some man up in the clouds is controlling my body.