man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
webwomb’s not the maker of me. came into it as falling is done. down, only always
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
I dream sometimes you surprise me and it is surprising that I don’t immediately realize I’m dreaming
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate