“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”
That Nowhere Feeling 