(2015)
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is
the very idea that i could be
STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...