to live alone

a big party

to know who i am.

for this pandemic to end

waiting for the bathroom

jesus

to understand who I am

somehow

prague

i want my work to have meaning

listening to The Caretaker

gathering alcohol

sleeping and writing poems complaining about things.

puyo puyo tetris

poop in peace

play all night

trying to explain myself

a never ending cicle

work

creating

''well, i don't know.'' that's my trademark catchphrase. but i really do not know anything

get drunk

ignorance is bliss, i guess.

well shit

then i will pee all over you

then your a boomer

die I guess

you shall never see me again

fuck it

then i wont have anything left