being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest

does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you

my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible

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

if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost

i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing

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

STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust

lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time

we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…

we are nearly always a world which almost

webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always