all around me people are talking
                                             talking
                                            getting ready to talk getting ready to see
talking to their sweethearts getting ready to see their sweethearts
I have a bag of rocks I picked up today from an abandoned railway
I see my belly getting chubbier after copious meals and I
am content.
hair is growing coarser on my inner thighs/ I like to see my veins popping up along my arms
revealing maps of kingdoms i am not meant to rule
finding much pleasure in looking at girls in the metro on the street I think of them in terms of futures/maybes/perhap(pinesse)s/
sometimes
a bit sad to see them walk another way.
I am not complete and never will be
my new scarf is girly
my smile feels crooked and somehow the edges of my lips don't seem able to curve upwards
my poetry is descriptive
pointless like sandcastles
I like to drink beer wine or anything else really
I like to write about what I like
I like black and white photos
I like to look at girls
sometimes I like to boogie and my soul is fluffy like black cotton candy
I like to
feel special and admired 
feel special and admired 
feel special and admired 

când existența îți dă palme în față - te bagi puțin câte puțin mai în tine
până ajungi ghemuit într-un colț din călcâi
când părul meu cade - undeva ninge în același ritm
orice desen de pe mine va dispărea
haideți sa ne dezbrăcăm de orice responsabilitate și să fim goi
ne va fi rușine?

să știi că
              chiar dacă nu am făcut ce trebuia și
                                                                       nimic nu e cum trebuie sa fie
la orizont atârnă o perdea de liniște

mâinile mele se topesc și curg lin pe genunchi/coapse    /inundându-mă
 tăceți, tăceți!
 vocile si existențele voastre sunt sirene
 mă înecați, dobitocilor

orice vine la tine e ca un vierme și va muri
orice lătrat se vrea uitat
lăturile se dau în lături mai înspre mijloc
deasupra se pliază dedesupt
timpul e o funcție a spațiului
we need more time yet you provide more space

lenovo G50
ibanez GSR200
emptiness TS100
fuck off X99

i have no pride. i conjure up the illusion of hiding. i rip off my skin in a silly idea of camouflaging into the background. and i bleed openly.
what if i become the background. the foreground. the center and the sides. the full course the desert and the cognac after.

i keep saying how my life is shit but maybe i should instead mind what i eat

but i'm digressing

                        from myself

the sounds the smokes
run away
return pale.
groove man
soil to grow from
but no sun to grow towards

I am a null finding