my inspiration has gone missing: have you seen it? my muse has quit her 9 to 5 & left me alone & uninspired, trying to kill writer's block with papercuts.

i think i caught a glimpse of her though. in the bathtub, with my hair leaving a dark trace of dye in the water. while i was sleeping, my head resting on the liquid softness of water.

hey muse, if you're reading this: call me.

yeah&uhuh
NEW SHIT.
OLD SHIT.
DON'T EMAIL ME.
ETCETERA.
FANK YOU.
UNCOOL.