14 day cycle gentle clense

if you don't get off the couch, you are going to be consumed by cockroaches.
maybe one day you will be tired of the same old thing. do you even hear those lyrics in that song? you say you like it but it doesn't mean anything to you. live vicariously through the words put to melodies put to symphonies of magic and blood curdling screaming. stop watching your transvetite pornography, so bad you can't even guess correctly which one has the cock or not.

stop eating styrofoam, stop drinking plastic. stop being part of the scenery and be the object of my affection. stop feeling like tomorrow will come soon enough so you should write off the possibility of today. frolic in fields looking like a fucking fantastical freak. cover yourself in mud and stop being so god damned perfect next to my mess of a creation.

in order to progress you need to cry. die inside to feel better. leave to arrive. feed the animals even though you shouldn't. they earned it. there were here long before you or i even decided to deforest the mountains. we are all parasitic shitheads full of ideas that will ruin everything.

i hate the flatness, but the fatness is starting to make me hate myself. where did all the trees go? this is no redwood cedar. it's god damned birch. e.e. cummings would spit at the sight of that bowl. i bent all your stupid sporks.

i think i've been crying inside silently this whole time. i'm ready to drop that exoskeleton, you annoying vulture. you have to spend money to make money, you have to lose everything before you can truly win. i fucking hate being trapped inside this suit of armour when inside i am a slug, dripping slimey slug juice all over your brand-spanking-new fucking berber carpet.

it smelled better on the other side of the orchard.