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

a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy

lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time

they really do know how to shove something up your ass like

yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is

yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what

of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,

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

i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing

being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest

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