(2014)
bring me things to break myself upon till
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
now, I’m no Bukowski but my friends who don’t like poet… except his stuff, tell me they like mine, and I can drink like a drinking machine
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy