so that's what...
slayer,
the corrs...
      daft punk...
   garmarna...
           sabrina
benaim...
   or...
i just hate
being
thought
of as a child...
infantile...
while
in your
seriousness
of adulthood
you hid
in your shadow
a *******
priest...
and you
said:
yummy...
while...
**** me...
what isn't
to like?
i snogged
a girl
during a tool
gig
in glasgow
in 2006...
i now listen
to you lied
by the same
band...
i want
to care...
but...
i will never
have
enough will
to possess a
need to...
have to;
god isn't
something
related
to something
my protestsant
christian self
might want...
it is, all that...
that is,
and at the same time,
all that i would
never wish upon either
me, or my own worst
enemy...
but...  
    it is what it is...
    you want
to remain intact,
beginning
with the baptism
of cutting
the Achilles heel
tendon
to hear some
****** attempt
to run?
                     words...
plain...
         all i ever wanted
was to...
******* guide
the steering-wheel
of a ******* bus...
  remorse?
  yeah...
i wish that too...
light-bulb moment...
what?!
      remorse?
     a psychologist's take
on... 40: and...
      not allowing
oneself a mea culpa?
yeah...
how, does, that, feel?!
dunno...
what's the difference
between
a heart as a sponge
and a heart as a stone?