was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
we are nearly always a world which almost
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
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