every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
we are nearly always a world which almost
excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
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
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
the very idea that i could be