clouds I have known and loved

there’s a certain solace in knowing you were wrong

pride in failure

and in the absence of long-term planning

there is the weather

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heaven isn’t a place it’s a decision the nice man with a cravat says

which was a decision in and of itself one has to say

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my goodness is that the month already

and the jury’s in

sexual jealousy is the worst feeling

followed shortly and relatedly by lack in general, romantic

well, one the poetic version of the other; gesture, flailing, my hand in your hand

wising up the trick’s the trick

pleasure in another day

the good obstacle

the anti-satan

putting stones on a cairn she said

I love yellow

this saved my life the man said I wanted to die and then I sat on my bed and thought I love yellow

I never noticed the moon before another man, was it always there like that, and my friend laughed at me

And are the dead the most or the least oppressed?

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And when you say disposable income you mean it goes in the bin right

You know people worked out how to do this before you

No one ever learns No one ever listens

A little bit of what you fancy does you good

did it

And hope in the sun is not the sun but the spirit of the sun

freedom is the very air of the Kingdom

the magpie is back

And no one should be solving the sacrificial crisis on their own