Wonderment. Glued between the thumb and the concrete. Views believed under long heat set high against my defeat. Asunder.

All day I dream about studios

Argue about what doesn’t belong on pizza, like you didn’t just eat the elasticity out of some random ass.

A moment of silence for that dude in the feed with all the advice and none of the accomplishments.

I bet laxatives would help me communicate better. More time on the can = more time to respond to msgs. Lol.

Started writing a song today originally titled “smashing your head in the door”. It sounds pretty.

If running your mouth was hard work, most people would be mute.

Debating on calling my new album EAT THE WEAK