(2015)
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
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
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
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webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
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
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
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy