2016
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
man, it’s hard to come down from impossible hopes seemingly
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
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
you are guilty of failing to love and understand me, like a dog is guilty of failing to speak or use
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs
liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what