(2014)
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
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
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
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