yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what

life and even one good thing– anything, a course in wonders becomes? no school, thanks not for me. no lesson one so likes declaring to find itself legs. no

of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,

webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always

so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes

they really do know how to shove something up your ass like

Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.

of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery

yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you