Funnier things have happened Life gets a bit sappier We prune our own nuts and berries Sweet syrups of life, we draw on our own. The dramatics, the calculus Restricted to outlines and rosters I want you to hold me when I’m not causing Anything or anyone to move. Hold my body - speak to me In that gentle, fighter’s tone You make me never want to be alone As scary as that feels Teach...
This is how I qualify my Heart
Shrinking text. MS DOS. One computer for 25 kids. Breathing hardly, of this I’m convinced I haven’t felt this way since. Never has the aortic nerve tensed and pulsed In a way to science doesn’t make sense. That artwork you couldn’t tell your parents to which you were drawn; Bodies out in the dark. I know my heart and it’s wilder than yours Not that it matters, I...
Thom Yorke, you’ve brought me to and through...