(2013)
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
I just felt what I think I’ll feel always, once we’ve finally met, and share this cool space, like an open secr… It felt like all my favorite songs…
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
we are nearly always a world which almost
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
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