do you remember the dream when we lessened looped on light and crashed in verdant streams and laughed serpentine paths on which to walk our leashed moths? do you remember the dream when our yowls eddied

love is a dreadful thing when you're in it and a miraculous thing when it's in you

to a race devoid of language, it may appear that the flesh of my mouth is the words that i speak. after all, where is the distinction to be made? one might suspect an unseen agent, an unknowable force

god hates those who hate themselves who favor friction and forgo efficiency sent to surge through yawning channels but begging to abate belly-up on the banks floating is not enough for your average man