Singer-songwriter/multi-instrumentalist/poet/cat daddy/scared boyo/sexy lizard eater/depressed piece of crap/your favorite local bastard






If I follow you back you must be pretty damn special




Don't force your agendas on me



No relevance, no context, no worries








I'm the neighbor kid your mom would never let you play with
Now I'm depressed, lonely and have anxiety
Thank her for me






I don't like people. Go away.










You're still here? I'm only here because some benevolent entity wills it. What's YOUR excuse?









Now go. Find something to read.