I can imagine, an infinite wall.

It's always bending, to the corners; the frame is the house pretending...

but the thoughts i think are just so boring

Now please imagine, an equally sized picture and a lone hook to hang it.

could you lift it if you were really just hyper phrasing?

honestly what's pretending for, i'd rather have money

I see paint, and i see oil. I find things like popcorn and squirrel fur.

the textures are repulsive but the message is sure clear...

negativity will always exist boldly.

you can exist in this world as long as you have detail.

superficial strangle holds to sacrifice emotions.