shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
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
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
bring me things to break myself upon till
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
just start over not so much like anything was particularly