(2013)
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
bring me things to break myself upon till
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
you’ve been invited, stupid asshol… to remember things differently, wh… it means to be human, even. dumb shit, you’ll always let someone el… handle it, whatever always happens
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
the very idea that i could be
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust
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