“ it isn't that we're alone or not alonewhose voice do you want mine? yours? ”
we're lost where the mind can't find usutterly lost
~ Ikkyu
don't wait for the man standing in the snowto cut off his arm help him now
that stone Buddha deserves all the birdshit it getsI wave my skinny arms like a tall flower in the wind
I'd love to give you somethingbut what would help?
