of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
drry awfl drd sys thngs tk t lng & y bttr hrry lst y
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but