of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
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