(2014)
every other part of something else so arranged.
bring me things to break myself upon till
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?