(2012)
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
bring me things to break myself upon till
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally