(2014)
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
you’ve been invited, stupid asshol… to remember things differently, wh… it means to be human, even. dumb shit, you’ll always let someone el… handle it, whatever always happens
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
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…
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
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which