(2014)
we are nearly always a world which almost
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
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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
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
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
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time