(2014)
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
drry awfl drd sys thngs tk t lng & y bttr hrry lst y
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
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
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
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