they really do know how to shove something up your ass like

there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them

of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,

we are nearly always a world which almost

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

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

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

the very idea that i could be

first fruits hardly a handful, the garden

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