(2014)
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
we are nearly always a world which almost
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
you’ve been invited, stupid asshol… to remember things differently, wh… it means to be human, even. dumb shit, you’ll always let someone el… handle it, whatever always happens
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
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
may be too onerous a task for those not starving. lucky