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

if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost

this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless

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

was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that

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

may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky

every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which

unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,

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