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

we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people

if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost

got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.

of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,

Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.

man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly

i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.

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

bring me things to break myself upon till

better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally

simply knowing you’re in a maze doesn’t get you out, but the fact is the foundation

shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear.  what will happen.

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