i believe in not

god the mountain

god the cross

but in god the place

god the time

it’s ok to be hungover in Amsterdam

maybe if you’ve seen so many

pretty pictures

you’ve seen them all

saw the police drive
by my house tonight
immediately locked the door

nobody
else

was

there

beauty can’t be
put into words

children learning to play
children learning play to
children to learning play
children to play learning
children play learning to
children play to learning
learning children play to
learning children to play
learning to play children
learning to children play
learning play to children
learning play children to
to children learning play
to children play learning
to learning children play
to learning play children
to play children learning
to play learning children
play children to learning
play children learning to
play learning to children
play learning children to
play to learning children
play to children learning

All I have to concentrate on is myself so I’m constantly in pain because I’m constantly aware of myself myself wants to continue itself yet all I seem to concentrate on is the end of myself there being no reason for myself itself