The Signpainter

To be honest. I wanna see the burning evening sky from beneath a clear blue sea.

I read once, somewhere, that a painter can take years painting their works. Layering on oil to canvas. I like to think humans are that canvas.

I do, I am unhappy. But I am successful in life right now. I am becoming psychically healthier. But why? What's my goal? I am lost.

Why do I never think about the possibility of snow on the ocean??? Now I see why, because it’s too ethereal

😻😻😻

Let's do drugs. Let's fuck. Let me kill you (Before you kill me). I wanna lick you cunt, and thighs. Then cut your arm, lick there too. No. No. I don't want your disgusting blood in my mouth. If you're alive after we can clean up the blood and cum together then get some food. If you're hungry. I'm not.