i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing

if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs

of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,

webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always

man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly

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

we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…

just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not

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

just start over not so much like anything was particularly

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