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

liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem

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

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

this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless

bring me things to break myself upon till

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

I just felt what I think I’ll feel always, once we’ve finally met, and share this cool space, like an open secr… It felt like all my favorite songs…

got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.

a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy

if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs

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

root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live