(2014)
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
bring me things to break myself upon till
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
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