we shot the christmas tree into the air and guided it through the air with parachutes

the butterfly landed on my left shoulder

a bud of a rose flower

for the love of paint , says my bladder

you do not have the void for a face                               run backwards it changes all the seasons

figurine wolf words

how to get to the right side of that bridge

if you ever touch her or any other child ::

 

I will fucking kill you

collecting shells, rocks, bits of the shoulds of earth rocked into a feather, wild raspberries, tips of stained fingers black with roots

gourmet paths of skin of pearls that skin the mind into a hunter of dreams and life

a tracer of pearls

sweet love

 

my mother also almost had three children. her first was her aborted fourth

bright culled balls of yarn . presents written and wrapped in newspaper yarn

I wrote a song . an alarming ocher cure

we are having that fun when you feel that at any moment you could be punched

in the mouth

fond of the phrase silly cunt & silly retard

:: hold them close to my chest when I was stoned at school

 

we didnt fight . we smoked and chilled and healed with a sort of mellow speed

he let me know if was okay to let it go

they trade their words

comy nests of braids

I am quite fond of the world brainchild

I wanna go to a beach

 

he trimmed and peared the tree into a penis

north korea really needs to chill the fuck out about the world ending

really hope the fridge thing works itself

damn they are adorable