I love watching tv, maybe some Chinese.
The food, not Chinese telly.
Perfect evening, feels right.
I really don't like going out at night.
It’s the people.
I can’t stand the sight of you; well, more the fact you have sight.
It's the eyes I don’t like.
the gaze, not those.
I’m not homophobic, just a homophone.
I’m scared of the glare.
It’s like staring at the sun,
I have to look away.
I think that’s why people don't like me.
I’m like a bull, huge and scared witless.
Shitting about with cunts baring witness.
I throw a 180, to protect these bullseyes.
I like to look up at the sky,
It’s more amazing than anyone can realise.
Fucking size of it.
It makes me feel small and safe,
anon.
Eyes don’t make me feel like that.
They make me feel huge, on show,
seen.
Perseverant in the pursuit of perception,
A familiar scene.
Windows to the soul, more like cameras.
Or little screens,
tiny tv’s.