dont trust that ram she just painted light blue on my hands. and theres a man. outside looking at that light ever so bright she slid her hand through my pants and attempts while being touched by the man a feeling of the art vital spots and ghost. Light blue senses now this light the man made moon of my room.not my hands my fingernails. Its been years. Sensations screamed, I could be dead or limp as she touches and be content. take a quick nap. oh the beach we all went to the beach now we are here “up”. Laughter and giggles, laughter and giggles, an arm no difference laughter and giggles It felt great, Hearing the word beautiful became boring talking then snoring. Heart beat racing in an abused body her voice with sick tone. ;can no longer type
I want to move out this shit hole, blocking my creativity(have not done any art/writing) since living here. everything’s rotting, When I clean its dirty. If it were not for loving my roommates I’d be gone.