here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
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.
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
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
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
I just felt what I think I’ll feel always, once we’ve finally met, and share this cool space, like an open secr… It felt like all my favorite songs…
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
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