(2015)
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
here in the middle of the bottom of the lie how obvious
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
bring me things to break myself upon till
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
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