It Is Tedious To Tell Again Tales

Like A Girl, A Baby Running After Her Mother, Begging To Be Picked Up, And She Tugs On Her Skirts, Holding Her Back As She Tries To Hurry Off—all Tears, Fawning Up At Her, Till She Takes Her In Her Arms… That’s How You Look, Patroclus, Streaming Live Tears.

And Here I Am Using My Own Lungs Like A Sucker.

The Sex Is Ever To A Soldier Kind.

Because They're Stupid, That's Why. That's Why Everybody Does Everything.

And Woe Succeeds Woe.