this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless

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

Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.

there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them

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

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

we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…

first fruits hardly a handful, the garden

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

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

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