(2012)
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
dopplergangers in case you both explode, who knows it could happen, true love too qui… like a limerick, obvious stupid si… like things aren’t. also, angular
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
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