2016
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
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…
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you