Your fingernails remind you of Barbie shoes and TV show hosts You believe everything yet believe in nothing You paint memories of music And eat debris Your fear of 3am keeps you up 'til 4 Your dreams are portals to parallel universes And you jerk in your sleep.
You see steam snails and chase blur-shaped buses And breathe air heavy with used condoms and fast food Or is it fast condoms and used food You find millipede spirals And wear soapy jewellery And spend all your money but save up your thoughts "For a rainy day".
I'm having one of those dilemmas again. Actually I'm having more than one, more like three, all at once. But the one that's probably relevant to you is the one that involves you and is the one I'll tell you about
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"She said Mary was the same." "The same as whom?" "The same as always." "Oh, right. I wonder what she's hanging on for." "Oh Christ, she's probably trying to beat God or something; she's pretty competitive..."