Saturday, May 2, 2015

the love that forms everything tears up

send me an angel, make me an angel, walk me through this world, don't leave me alone

love you love me ma

i wish i wasn't so emotionally dependent on machines

but if i was a dog fen serious i'd be a stray man

look here fen no i don't want to

mother stands for comfort mother stay mum

can't see the blogosphere

it's everything we don't understand. the weight of it, a kind of pain. it's a lesson. we absorb it. we numb it.
it's so true the cliche though even though it represents like a slave wrenched from mother and i'm a paleface with a mother in florida sometimes i do, do feel like a motherless child.

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