(2013)
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is
bring me things to break myself upon till
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
you’ve been invited, stupid asshol… to remember things differently, wh… it means to be human, even. dumb shit, you’ll always let someone el… handle it, whatever always happens
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing