1, 2, 1, 2, 3, 4.

we must get deep. we must get overfeeling for the
sensation of the word.
we must make real
our unbelievable phantasies.
the word depends on it.
this world; what a vulgar, horrid place.

god, i'd infatuate to stick her.

GOD! I don't even know your name
except
that i think
you're a community.

reaching and testing.
growing like i am now.
evolving and interpreting.
like i am now.

there is nothing wrong with you
except
that
you
live.

there is nothing wrong with me
except
that
i am
make-
believe.

it's true:
i believe that i can touch the world
with these petty,
oblivious things:
words

hey! i believe
that superficially
demons exist.
i have met several.
i have interpreted myself
as one.
i believe.

i don't believe in god.

HEY! community,
do you
have
any idea
of our potential?