(2015)
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
we are nearly always a world which almost
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
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
the very idea that i could be
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,