(2014)
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
dopplergangers in case you both explode, who knows it could happen, true love too qui… like a limerick, obvious stupid si… like things aren’t. also, angular
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
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