photo taken 21 Feb 2026
little spells written in sharpie on a cigarette
i could sell my pinky finger on the internet
you seem so sure of yourself
how did you get there?
you never follow the rules
why don't you play fair?
inksmoker
you always plan your attacks
think closer
it's gotten into the cracks
and you could explain it all to them but they
still wouldn't get the get the joke
little tells giving away you're not a sinner yet
i could shell a hundred dollars for a winner's bet
you just don't play like you seem
how many nights heal?
you always seem like a dream
why don't you get real?
inksmoker
you always plan your attacks
think closer
it's gotten into the cracks
and you could explain it all to them but they
still wouldn't get the get the joke