2016
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
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
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
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible