(2013)
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
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 will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
bring me things to break myself upon till
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything