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

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

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

my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible

got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.

excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal

we are nearly always a world which almost

first fruits hardly a handful, the garden

being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest

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