woke up afraid of my own shadow
like, genuinely afraid
headed for the pawnshop
to buy myself a switchblade
someday something's coming
from way out beyond the stars
to kill us while we stand here
it will store our brains in mason jars
and then the girl behind the counter asks
"how do you feel today?" and I say
"I feel like Lovecraft in Brooklyn!"
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