math rock // high-concentration mental illness // eastern euro brutalism // online lit // tennis // survival horror // catching the big fish // antifa // looking certain but not being sure // post post-whatever // magical realism // an evergreen is forever green until it's dead

sometimes i forget how a lot of guys gooned through covid, while i experienced unprecedented natural disasters that permanently affected my brain chemistry to the point that i don't know how to process fear anymore

need a boy best friend to make a mixtape for

my plan is to put together a poetry manuscript next year

looking to make some matters worse

i don't actually have any lovers or romantic interests or crushes or flings or muses or obsessions or affairs or attachments or

hope is a dangerous thing for a white monster like me to have

so what if my dick smells like terre d'hermes

how it feels to work, side hustle, write, and use the same computer for entertainment

i am like the yung lean of guys who spend too much time on twitter

this is what i look like on the inside

i can't take my dick anywhere

i have to work harder because i look like a weird person

in my very normal person era

no one is allowed to talk to me anymore

no more strangeness, if you behave weirdly to me, we're never speaking again. im normal. i am a normal person

eating some soup my mom made and i swear i can taste cigarettes