(1999)
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…
first fruits hardly a handful, the garden
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
bring me things to break myself upon till
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery
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
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
we are nearly always a world which almost
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost