(2014)
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
the very idea that i could be
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
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