(2013)
#Liar #Psychopath
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
bring me things to break myself upon till
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
excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
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