god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.

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

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

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

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

like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead

here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i

we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people

every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which

was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that

lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time

may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky