(2012)
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
the very idea that i could be
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
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