(2015)
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
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…
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
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.
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
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 keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
life and even one good thing– anything, a course in wonders becomes? no school, thanks not for me. no lesson one so likes declaring to find itself legs. no
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost