(2014)
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.
the very idea that i could be
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
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better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
we are nearly always a world which almost
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing