(2014)
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
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unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
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