(2014)
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
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you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
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
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
bring me things to break myself upon till
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now