(2013)
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation
we go walking around walking all over this town nothing ever getting us down cause we’re just a couple of clown…
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
the very idea that i could be
yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring