(2014)
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
drry awfl drd sys thngs tk t lng & y bttr hrry lst y
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
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