(2013)
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
I just felt what I think I’ll feel always, once we’ve finally met, and share this cool space, like an open secr… It felt like all my favorite songs…
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
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finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery