And this is the way it can go: there was love the kind of love that doesn’t make sense, ever. A lot of loves are like that but they will insist this one is different because it is their particular confusion and they are unique people of course. They will touch tongues and pull back very quickly. In their minds. In real life it will not be so cute. In real life it will be essentially what we could all define as fucked up and breaking and the end the end the end. But in that kind of way where it doesn’t.

James James
Morrison’s Mother
Put on a golden gown.

There are two friends and they were in love.
There were two friends and they did not want to be together.
There were two friends and they were in love.

James James Morrison’s Mother
Drove to the end of the town.

I can dive deep into such darkness so far gone that even if the blindfold comes off, I cannot see, and you are able to escape, gone again. But this time again is real. This time it’s over. This time my heart aches like it is impossible to know that it could. I know this feeling. Every time it is an impressive brand new experience.

Since we are not accepting this, let’s rewind again.

There are two friends and they were in love.
And it was very weird.
The weirdness is part of what I loved about it.

We say farewell to this universe and the words that made it, sexual procreation now being prohibited, death of the species on its way. We say good-bye to us & them so that there is only them and superficial hello how are you I’m not looking for a complete answer to that question so fine will do thank you.

James James
Morrison’s mother
Hasn’t been heard of since.

There were two loves and they are in friendship.
But not for long.

Will you miss it? I think so.
But yes, I agree, it’s easier to honor what you had than what you have.

King John
(Somebody told me)
Said to a man he knew:
If people go down to the end of the town, well,
what can anyone do?