just start over not so much like anything was particularly

i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.

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

root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live

why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything

we are nearly always a world which almost

just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not

better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally

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

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

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