i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
I just felt what I think I’ll feel always, once we’ve finally met, and share this cool space, like an open secr… It felt like all my favorite songs…
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i