I’m so hungry and nothing tastes good
I’m so hungry and nothing tastes good

I eat a loaf of pavement with a pinch of gravel
I eat a pencil case like a baguette and shake the carvings into my mouth when the meaty stuff’s all gone
I like Double Decker wrappers most of all
Frighteningly chewy but any toilet worth its bath salt will tell you hydrochloric stomach acid will not unchewifiy its texture no matter how much it tries.
And it tries very hard.

I’m so hungry and I cannot sleep
I’m so hungry and I cannot sleep

Something about the hunger makes me want to ******* in the toilet
Perhaps by a window or leaning back against my unlocked bedroom door
Some sharp spikey pleasure to relieve the pain
It is not a sharp pain, nor a spikey one
It is a soft, malleable, liquid-y pain
What pains me about this pain is how it perseveres.
And it perseveres for quite a while.

I’m so hungry and i try too hard
I’m so hungry and i try too hard

Art is my food.
Art fills up my belly before i fall asleep
Art gets chewed and broken down like amino acids before running through my veins
When I exercise, go to my lectures, talk to my friends, it is the fruity juice of art that fuels my ligaments as they contract.
As long as this stupid ******* short film gets made
I will never have to eat anything proper ever again

I’m so hungry and it tastes so good
I’m so hungry and it tastes so good