(2013)
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
the very idea that i could be
we are nearly always a world which almost
excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal
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
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
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…
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
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