lately, my inner self has been throwing a fit of existential proportions, and this is what it has to say:
decay! decay! the city is in a constant state of decay, robert smith's caked on runny teary makeup is all on my mind and i am resenting the parts of me that have become proper and minimal. rather than smashing things, i am resorting to materialism and moodboards as an expression of my inner being, which in itself shows how much i've -eyeroll- become part of the system, but nevertheless, it's time to bring back the grunge. and to start, i've stopped keeping track of how often i wash my hair.
