I HAVE NO DESIRE
strange the ethics involved in dressing like a hooker.
i dressed sort of along those lines the other day
convention time and i have been feeling ugly
which along its superficial aspects may make me fucked up
the worry over whether or not i could see myself as attractive
i am lonely i suppose and sick of being alone
given the choices of the absolutely brainless fuckin idiots around me, i guess the concentration on myself is wasted
girls like me find so much to breathe out of distraction with a purpose
music and art we can be absorbed into, mutilated and then released
more fucked up than previous states of being
i guess one quick and speedy way to make money is by selling my face
so this cover possibility bullshit may be good for me in a temporary sense.
won’t someone please smack me in the face and make me feel it
it it again
break it in half yu stupid fucking cunt
