(2014)
the very idea that i could be
yeah, the contract the social one, so long ago supposedly agreed to, we were born instead into. what
a few hundred million dying days later he emerges into crazy
i love you for the doubt you show me still possible in this body where you show me
better fucking eat it all up. time is getting drunk & may puke, be rude, before finally
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear. what will happen.
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
let’s put all the stupid things in a pile and call them “love” or “worry” or
reflecting on the moment before, would be useful only were it not already perfect.
drry awfl drd sys thngs tk t lng & y bttr hrry lst y
I understand the tattoo now “VERITAS” on your wrist, only there because it is entirely absent everywhere else.
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
finally, without knowing it was coming, he got to die. it was great. like a birthday party clown, he was equally the center