I need space I need a room by myself please don't check on me

Clock out for health bat out of hella going on mental leave,

I want to give up and show it in a material sense

break out of collars run out of dollars and save a buck or two not spending on you and also less on me

truth isn't all we do we need a recipe

cup of love of course

spoon full of spoon feeding and a dollop of needing but we don't need a reason for every action we take, just because it was wrong, doesn't make a mistake just as long as we forget about the movies where they don't show the sex, where the road to vagina is always hard and complex, we don't need to see ourselves as a difficult jigsaw puzzle, we don't need all the contact it is not worth the trouble. sometimes people just do things and respect when they do not, not by saying you accept, but by saying you do not.

Woke up

Did something

worked then

felt dumb

walked out

ate something

felt fat

went running

now I'm running

suns out

people everywhere with their guns out

I've got none

Unarmed

I feel

Alarmed

Walking through the streets feeling empty

everybody knows that im feeling fucking empty

ive got nothing left and my bed is looking tempting

 ive got nothing left and i dont feel my best and the test is going on a date with my enemy mess of my life with the climate at the centre piece

fuck we gotta put the solar on a truck with luck we'll still have time for a fuck

cheeky landline call the orbital

say welcome

provide lunch and

if what goes around a sine function comes back around as not much man,

 weed out those bad vectors

no time for

projectors

good food helps good mentals

nah beef

eat lentils

nah shoes

wear sandals

or probably just dress to the weather

why you dressing so smart and not clever

it's legit to hot for a suit man

you're alright man

you're all good brother

i understand

you've got a gram

you've got a desk

you've got a job

but you can cool down and I won't dob

cheeky landline call what a minuscule world in which we all feel misunderstood

doing words is an acute hurdle

when times are a hard and a blue squirtle

wake up and smell the lemon myrtle

sensual thing make you feel like a king

and it don't cost a cent just smells so fucking good

in the shower i sing at the station i dance at the rally i shout in my bedroom i doubt and if we're all in the cloud then there must be a drought i cant wait for the rain

impatient again im falling back on some sayings

I need a break from the wisdom so i can shake it all up with a cataclysm riddled with battles and a little to grow

time to doubt what you know check out what you notice

look down there's a line where your toe is