Drunken windsor knot.
Writing to myself.
Taking It for granted.
Math as language.
Wearing your disgust as my tie.
Words proclaiming I, the all slightly, am the lord of that which you refuse. God of the empty places within you all!
is letting Corso help. Stumbling drunk at night, warm in the pants. Making love to a typewriter, whiskey eyed and shirtless. Celebrating nothing every chance you get.
Are breaking.
Is broken.
Should be fixed soon.
Are for children and Christ-ians.