(2014)
drry awfl drd sys thngs tk t lng & y bttr hrry lst y
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
we are nearly always a world which almost
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
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
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