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

every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which

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

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

was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that

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

if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs

may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky

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

liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem