2016
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
we are nearly always a world which almost
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
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
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
drry awfl drd sys thngs tk t lng & y bttr hrry lst y
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
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