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

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

we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people

just start over not so much like anything was particularly

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

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

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

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

so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes

the very idea that i could be

bring me things to break myself upon till