FOWTS MITCH
after a couple hours and lots of cleaning,
I now live in a square carved out of stacked boxes.
mattress on the floor, spiders all around
thank you god for my heater. and a certain person who I thought was a friend, knew was a terrible lyricist.
"why is it dark, like the eternal night?"
id rather be with the spiders, thank you
I now live in a square carved out of stacked boxes.
mattress on the floor, spiders all around
thank you god for my heater. and a certain person who I thought was a friend, knew was a terrible lyricist.
"why is it dark, like the eternal night?"
id rather be with the spiders, thank you