Language and nothingness

A moose grieved for reasons that are cruel:  There was a lot of nothingness and dreams.

I bought my own laughter.

This was my grief.

I didn't say much because I'm a nothingness with a famous crackhead.

She was a very safe way to become home, which is facts.

Facts give you money.

Now I have become one with a language:  bombs don't make love, bombs make cavities.

I am what was known as a nasty shaft.

And now there is more.

Left.

Illness plus tests lead to rations.