(2013)
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
bring me things to break myself upon till