(2014)
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
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
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
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
drry awfl drd sys thngs tk t lng & y bttr hrry lst y
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
now, I’m no Bukowski but my friends who don’t like poet… except his stuff, tell me they like mine, and I can drink like a drinking machine
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
the very idea that i could be
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them