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

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

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

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

webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always

we are nearly always a world which almost

every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which

man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly

they really do know how to shove something up your ass like

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