it's quite possible that this was all just random words pieced together, but i can't really say i care
– that's a lot of worries to have at 21. i'm older than that. o excuse me.
– you stupid fat hairy fly on the wind against oh banging pink eeeeyeeee honeeyeecomb panes. (virginia woolf, the death of the moth)
– the soul is tired of it's too solid shell
– salted tar in citrus | exalted signs of glacial crisis minutes | only swimming by the rocks your honey laughter | laughter skirts addressing honey dripping into brie
– in case you don't remember not to lecture on a world other than the one standing parallel to your morsels of grammar
– eat me not the essence | wanting rather shows your kino theo pax | connected to you-you | wrapped in this yearning