(2014)
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
we are nearly always a world which almost
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
bring me things to break myself upon till
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
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