every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which

simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation

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…

excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal

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

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

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

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

man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly

of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery

we are nearly always a world which almost

like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead

my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible