(2013)
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
bring me things to break myself upon till
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
the very idea that i could be
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
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