leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
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
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
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