(2014)
bring me things to break myself upon till
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
we are nearly always a world which almost
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
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
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
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