hung inside the skin of quiet

what job title do you see me having? where do you see me living? i’m trying to be something different hung inside the skin of quiet not succumbing to the marketing maw foot against the door space heater for the thaw not…

and the beautiful real

i have done away with phallic symbols tossed the machismo in the can who the hell needs incel leanings? all my friendships undergo screenings no rape apologists and no terfs no red hat wearers or conservative smurfs i’d rather live on alternative…