(2012)
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
the very idea that i could be
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
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was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
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