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

here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i

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

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

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

a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy

simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation

i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing

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

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

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