I hear they make greeting cards now to thank your therapist… for NOTHING

I can’t get his bonesto go down the fucking drain.I try to stuff the tiny holes,too tiny for this pain.I can’t get his bonesto break any way for my gain.Break them back a little too...

My pillow is as good as any oceanto drown in the nightmare of myself.I swam all the way here from the moon.

We’re in the business of melancholiaand we are married to our work.

love meget lost in mebut bewareside effects includea lot of shivering, babya lot of drinking, maybea lot of sinking, baby

Smiles are a funny thingand laughter is hilarious.I smile sometimeswhen I am delirious.

I want to sleep in the ovenbecause I just burn in the bed.

Oh, precious losing streak,you’re too cute for your own good. I try to laugh about itbut my face is made of wood.

I won’t sleepif that’s what it takesto not wake upas myself