(2013)
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
drry awfl drd sys thngs tk t lng & y bttr hrry lst y
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
bring me things to break myself upon till
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
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
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious