i made the mistake of saying "stop showing me the flesh hat man" out loud and realising it fit the tune of the muffin man and now that's stuck in my head, thoroughly against my will
fucked up that sore throat make your ears hurt too...my voice has been taken and yet the suffering will not halt...
if the phantoms in my peripheral vision want to stay they have to help me cover rent
the turbidity is low and the ph is neutral, things are looking up the the world
honestly i might be feeling depressed but i cant focus on that if im busy testing the water quality of local rivers
6 hours; 2 of those were spent on this hair
more: parker / eliot
acupuncture is just trepanation with smaller holes
catcallers need to get better at annunciation
rewatched the matrix, came to new realisations about my relationship with gender, cried for hours, did some watercolour painting, bon appetite.