of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery

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

something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet

better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally

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

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

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

Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.