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

of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery

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

life and even one good thing– anything, a course in wonders becomes? no school, thanks not for me. no lesson one so likes declaring to find itself legs. no

may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky

of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,

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

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

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

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

STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust