we can't see the only and
stars from all dark a moon few
the way up here shapes clouds
i'm scared
it's easter.
god is dead.
god is dad.
everybody loves
a walk through
the snow . . .
one day i woke up and realized that i was dead
in dreams you're mine
all the time . . .
sometimes the only answer lies in looking at yourself in the mirror and laughing a hearty belly laugh
i hate you
so then i killed myself to make it stop
and here we see, on display, an artist's rendering of me
i love you
she never could admit that she isn't anything
someone is planning to kill the president. again.
run away
