(2014)
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
you’ve been invited, stupid asshol… to remember things differently, wh… it means to be human, even. dumb shit, you’ll always let someone el… handle it, whatever always happens
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
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