“Sometime’s late at night I look around and think wow… Everyone’s just turned into a mushy slug Like their skin is all white and squidgy. And they’re eyes are so dark. If it’s late enough Everyone just looks like a mushy slug I guess.”

I don’t know if you know this But every day I pass your pot plant And see it standing there, on cement. And it’s so beautiful That it makes me sad.

But there’s a baby staring at you

If I was the hairiest woman in the world?

Things are better when they’re blurry

Mmmm blurry colours

Vodka is made out of potatoes

Getting grainy

“I feel ugly though”