(2014)
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
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
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities