(2014)
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
bring me things to break myself upon till
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
we are nearly always a world which almost
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
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