(2012)
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
we are nearly always a world which almost
god is unwelcome in suburbia, the cells are too comfortable there, & love rests best under stars.
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
people, mostly all barely beyond apes, cannot be trusted. they are incapable of caring
we were all talking, things taking shape as they do, when someone said, be desireless, like that is at all a thing people
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
they really do know how to shove something up your ass like
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
no means no. no response means no. (everyone knows maybe means nothing
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
if you enjoy this pain, all expressions of it, being here compiled, then, yes enjoy them, but
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center
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