(2013)
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
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…
we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
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