just start over not so much like anything was particularly

better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally

I just felt what I think I’ll feel always, once we’ve finally met, and share this cool space, like an open secr… It felt like all my favorite songs…

a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy

unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,

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

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

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

first fruits hardly a handful, the garden

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