(2014)
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
a breeze. already know what’s what. shut up. kiss her. shut up...
being drawn back unlike a bowstring but down and in as water finds the lowest
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
I just felt what I think I’ll feel always, once we’ve finally met, and share this cool space, like an open secr… It felt like all my favorite songs…
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is
.jpg?locale=it)
