(2014)
every other part of something else so arranged.
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
we are nearly always a world which almost
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them