shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
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
nobody goes mad on purpose, also never is it not shared,
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
the center holds itself still that rockets believably may be seen exploding in all directions from somewhere vaguely
Fieldwizards and firetops. Wobblybirds on snowflowers. Chilled milk and chowder for the little prince. Mothercake for mumbled thanks.