Trash Pals

December 6 - 13, 2022

I think about everything

like I have OCD or something

but hey Mattheu

can you please stop contemplating death

and anyways

I'm in that stupid crisis again

where I want my headspace

to be filled with all those creatures I've seen

just living there

rent-free

undisturbed

but very recently

I found these new buggers

I think they call themselves

"the trash trio"

first, the raccoon:

has its tongue sticking out

and obviously has a knack for multitudinous trash

next, the opossum:

probably the least sane animal

and is also a mother of, like, 4 ...?

and lastly, the pigeon:

looks pretty cock-eyed and silly

but is very smart and lives the longest

how can they attract

so many eyes with their cuteness?

and look!

there they go on the sidewalks

to get more trash to nibble on

while saying something

that sounds like vigilante justice:

"born to die,

world is a fuck"

come here y'all!

you can come and live

inside my big little brain

as long as you like

you trash-eaters

hopefully you're ready

to make new friends!

...suddenly I'm having another crisis

and I don't know if I like it or not

but looks like I'll have to deal with

interjecting these little friends

into my head canon story about my afterdeath...

I don't know...

does anyone really care?