we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
bring me things to break myself upon till
the very idea that i could be
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
dopplergangers in case you both explode, who knows it could happen, true love too qui… like a limerick, obvious stupid si… like things aren’t. also, angular
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i