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

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

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

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

yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what

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

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

if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs

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