shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
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
we are nearly always a world which almost
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
the very idea that i could be
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now