itty bitty gulag but make it alzheimers

brain got caught in tread, running, idling

i fall back onto spears i don't remember putting there

promethean ritual

everything came up bankrupt for a minute

bear

backing track like a steam engine

drake type harpy type exhausted type

little squished bug on windshield waking up with a hangover tag yourself

shame as a steam engine

guilt as breaks fucked up circle