no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
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,
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…
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
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