(2014)
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
now, I’m no Bukowski but my friends who don’t like poet… except his stuff, tell me they like mine, and I can drink like a drinking machine
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
we are nearly always a world which almost
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
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