less you love the deeper feel dug dug sweet ground in the spring singing dug dug down down beneath the bark, beyond the chain you cannot bare to lose again stop rooting there in the weeds only you can truly please like an old shoe teeth-marked with your saliva life, like a true, hot, hairy … Continue reading Doug


I’m a loser. I’m an amazing and mysterious being. You idiot. God loves me. I forget wonderfully.


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