And I use to chill // Don’t anymore, and I’m now // No hanging with addicts // Stranger danger attractors // And no more let’s go out to eatAnd I use to chill // Don’t anymore, and I’m now // No hanging with addicts // Stranger danger attractors // And no more let’s go out to eat
Don’t anymore, and I’m now // No hanging with addicts // Stranger danger attractors // And no more let’s go out to eat // Why when the sky is so bright?Don’t anymore, and I’m now // No hanging with addicts // Stranger danger attractors // And no more let’s go out to eat // Why when the sky is so bright?
No hanging with addicts // Stranger danger attractors // And no more let’s go out to eat // Why when the sky is so bright? // crisp against skinNo hanging with addicts // Stranger danger attractors // And no more let’s go out to eat // Why when the sky is so bright? // crisp against skin
Stranger danger attractors // And no more let’s go out to eat // Why when the sky is so bright? // crisp against skin // Drinking drinks with iceStranger danger attractors // And no more let’s go out to eat // Why when the sky is so bright? // crisp against skin // Drinking drinks with ice
2024-2025
Dead Weight
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By Faith CheltenhamYou are who youHang aroundAnd I use to chillwith absolute fucking losersAll offense sentDon’t anymore, and I’m nowdown almost 400 poundsNo hanging with addictsSelf hating sex freaksStranger danger attractorsAnxiety whores tooAnd no more let’s go out to eatWhy when we could walk and talk?Why when the sky is so bright?And the wind feels so goodcrisp against skinWhy ever be inside, sitting?Drinking drinks with iceHow boring, and entirely dynasticI’m here for the work and the lifeI’m here to get up from the tableAnd stay where the living isWhere the breathing isn’t heavyAnd the sighs are often from prettyNot from too plentyCast off dead weightsWherever you canKnowing they knew it tooYou were always too goodFor a life lived so littleThat’s why skinnies get madAbout weight loss pensIt’s not the heavy they want you to loseThey want the heavyto keep you their fat friendThey want the heaviesto be losers like themAnd to speak at your funeralBecause of course being super fatWill take your life by 50, 60 at best.Skinnies be anxious about theirbodies and never proudBut when you lose equivalentsof full sized people in your pantiesYou’ll be proud and be postingevery angle from both sides nowTeach them tooWhat it is to love a bodyEntirely without shameTeaching them to never be afraidOf the changes life has forbodies made to break and bendGive life, and take our last breathWithout so much weight that’s deadMy non friends and dear onesAnd look, skin cleared up too.April 14th 2024