(2015)
you’ve been invited, stupid asshol… to remember things differently, wh… it means to be human, even. dumb shit, you’ll always let someone el… handle it, whatever always happens
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
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
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
the very idea that i could be
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
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