just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not

here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i

yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what

we are nearly always a world which almost

yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you

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

root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live

excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal

why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything

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

just start over not so much like anything was particularly