(2013)
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
we are nearly always a world which almost
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
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
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