(2013)
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
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…
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
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