(2013)
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
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
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is
we are nearly always a world which almost
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
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