(2014)
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
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
here’s a story. it may even be true. where i come from nothing ever sucks, so i
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
my spirit sings to you, clears and quickens. losing you is impossible
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
dopplergangers in case you both explode, who knows it could happen, true love too qui… like a limerick, obvious stupid si… like things aren’t. also, angular
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,