(2012)
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
we are nearly always a world which almost
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation
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…
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
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