(2013)
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
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first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
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…
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
dopplergangers in case you both explode, who knows it could happen, true love too qui… like a limerick, obvious stupid si… like things aren’t. also, angular
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
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