(2014)
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
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
life and even one good thing– anything, a course in wonders becomes? no school, thanks not for me. no lesson one so likes declaring to find itself legs. no
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
we are nearly always a world which almost
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing