A fool’s paradise
I am so clever that sometimes I don’t understand a single word of what I am saying
A BAG FULL OF GOD
Your hand is staining my window
we have pasts that are fixed once they have happened, a present that is over in an instant and futures that are uncertain
revision is’a killer
lets see if one tree won’t grow as crooked as another in the same wind to twist it
PREACH
I used to think that Macy Gray song went:
‘i try to say goodbye and i choke … try to hide and, its clear, my world REVOKES when you are not here’
I now realize i am mistaken.
this is all.
