let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
bring me things to break myself upon till
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
dopplergangers in case you both explode, who knows it could happen, true love too qui… like a limerick, obvious stupid si… like things aren’t. also, angular
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
you’ve been invited, stupid asshol… to remember things differently, wh… it means to be human, even. dumb shit, you’ll always let someone el… handle it, whatever always happens
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now