(2013)
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
just remember we are so much more than words. shadows are beautiful too but let’s not
bring me things to break myself upon till
just listen the trees drink silly.. I work i work that day the not
life and even one good thing– anything, a course in wonders becomes? no school, thanks not for me. no lesson one so likes declaring to find itself legs. no
we are nearly always a world which almost
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
every story, especially those promising finally to grant the square hat with tassels, is a load of shit. the god which
just start over not so much like anything was particularly
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
got the sex drive of 15 young bulls, but the women are all scared.
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
like bell bottoms or disco but we need it to think i’m dead
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