(2014)
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust
we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or