(2013)
something you need makes you its bitch, yes even as it isn’t coming, no when love stands you up & all the more sweet
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
yes, i’m saying sunshine & rainbows will flow from your heart & other lovely places like living liquid
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
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
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
we are nearly always a world which almost
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring