random tired poetries
please tell me bad homes make bad kids
bad hands make bad hits
some people call it paradise but i year for a one night
can you get someone for me to be inseparable with
someone for these lines to make sense with
someone to reach inside
my your soul with
a fruit tree to collect rain from with (nooneknowsus)
can you- will you? willyouwillyouwillyouwill you?
tell me, are the bees bugging you?
tell me, are the tigers putting you off?
tell me, are the leaves driving you crazy?
tell me, am i? the movement in my brain
in my thigh in my fist