(2014)
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
now, I’m no Bukowski but my friends who don’t like poet… except his stuff, tell me they like mine, and I can drink like a drinking machine
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead