win myself a darwin award

personal hygiene
total neglect
haven't used conditioner in months
haven't used any sort of bodylotion for years on end
don't go to hairdressers anymore
i own virtually no make-up, the mascara i have is, you guessed it, not mine. i rescued it out of the hands of someone about to throw it away years ago and use it once a month, maximum
use other peoples clothes, find them, buy used ones, only buy merch to support bands
whatever comes my way, i usually take
pick stuff out of and up from the ground
don't have any money
keep my head cool enough to take advantage of situations
scavange, opoturnism, whatever the likes, juices flowing, no inner turmoil here

human seagul

and this is just the way things have become

this is what happens when i let everything fall in a way that's apparantly natural to me

my house is a mess,
my head none the less

nothing seems real enough for me to bother changing, anyways

stuck in a pattern or just truly free

am i confused or is it my flawed perception that leads me to such a simple suspicion

you're nothing but trapped in an endless cycle of substances
to regain consciousness, but whos is it anyways


i'm alive and well and utterly confused
to the extend of not even recognising the simple shape of a bottle

knee deep in soil and blood,
you tossed it towards the sky
an orbit with a leak

our eyes work fine in great landscapes, and spot patterns to identify with
the length and width of it all



drowning out of fear in a pool of germs similar to those who live within us