(2015)
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
bring me things to break myself upon till
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal
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people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high