the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely

a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy

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

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

there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them

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

we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people

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

Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.

god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.

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