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

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

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

a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy

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

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

was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that

if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost

the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely

first fruits hardly a handful, the garden

the very idea that i could be