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

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

was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that

got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.

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

Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.

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

yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is

excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal

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

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

simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation