(2013)
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
we are nearly always a world which almost
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.