An inventory has been taken of every belonging
An estimated value if sold in event of emergencies
the only backup plan in case it doesnt work out
In losing all semblance of coherence to a former self
you know, i am becoming the choices we‘re making
There are problems
problems with everything
problems, problems with everything
sometimes it‘s like conversations are a
waking dream
from a third party persepective
an audience to the self, you can almost
hear the sound traveling
fucking travleling
this constant feeling of anticipation,
while all of the sudden you know whats
going to happen. these are the paranoias
that have filled your world. the neither
eat nor sleep, they have no name.
you know here in the worst i will become
the best of them all,
no more problems, problems with anything
no more problems, problems with anything