You're not my enemy
I am my enemy


my nails are nicely clipped (with the help of my teeth), and C-L-E-A-N. my soul is as clean as the dirt under my custom made green lined nails. stay jealous i'm way dirtier than you and can attract more bugs and flies than you!!!
I think the question on everyone's lips is
What would you do for p.u.s.s.-e?

my domesticated roachies keep me company. i feel really sad and lonely when i don't see a roach crawling on my walls past my eyes all the time. reminding me who i really am. a way more decent cockroach... that i'm narcissistically way better than you!! or at least that's what i tell my self until i do my drug of choice.. wether it's drugs or anti socializing scrolling screen and monitor. staining my own chair with dookie dripping from my loose hole i strained way too much because my nutrition is pasta and pizza with bbq sauce.
what you see in me is what you see most of the time on your screens. i am not who you think i am. i am who i think i am type sheee!t..
will you ever find p.u.s.s.-e?
come eat nails with me. (bonus for toenail lovers)

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This absence again
Shut my fist and pretend
Paint my brain with defiance
Paint my brain with a blade
I can't fuɔking decide
Do I break or divide?
I saw faith in destruction
Now I'm feeling alive