yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you

man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly

shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear.  what will happen.

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

so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes

the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely

yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what

excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal

i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing

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

like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead

lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time