let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid