just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not

a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy

unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,

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

simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation

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

no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing

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

liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem

we are nearly always a world which almost

the very idea that i could be

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