no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing

better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally

just start over not so much like anything was particularly

a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy

first fruits hardly a handful, the garden

there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them

being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest

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

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