(2013)
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
the very idea that i could be
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…
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which