(2014)
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
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Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
the very idea that i could be
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
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