was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that

i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.

excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal

of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery

why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything

liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem

this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless

a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy

god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.

life and even one good thing– anything, a course in wonders becomes? no school, thanks not for me. no lesson one so likes declaring to find itself legs. no

STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust