if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost

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

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

a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy

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

we are nearly always a world which almost

does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you

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

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…

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