man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly

something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet

i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.

liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem

Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.

if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs

life and even one good thing– anything, a course in wonders becomes? no school, thanks not for me. no lesson one so likes declaring to find itself legs. no

better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally

got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.

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…

a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy