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*(i'm 42% sure i don't exist.)* intensely greased plastic hair secondhand green day coldplay in the rain i love the sound that waxed paper deli sheets make and i could choke on a glassed reflection of celery salts and windex. *(i'm 42% sure i don't exist because when i look into my eyes i see someone else)* i'm not catholic and do not understand who st. peter is but i wonder if he won't let us into heaven because we're failures or if we're failures because he won't let us into heaven *(i'm 42% sure i don't exist and questioning how bad hell can really be.)* too quiet for a saturday i wrote the word decaf so many times i forgot how to spell it decaf decaf decaf decaf *(does decaf have two f's? because i don't have two f's to give anymore i mean i would but i can't even find vowels much less extra consonants)* when i was a child i always counted in mississippis now that i'm older i find myself counting in cappuccinos i dreamed my legs were bleeding and i remembered that they're not i want so badly just to sleep in a bag of crystallized ginger and swim in a mixing bowl of tasteless tea. *(i can't tell what's real anymore but i'm 42% sure that i am not.)*
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Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 5:44 PM UTC
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*(i'm 42% sure i don't exist.)* intensely greased plastic hair secondhand green day coldplay in the rain i love the sound that waxed paper deli sheets make and i could choke on a glassed reflection of celery salts and windex. *(i'm 42% sure i don't exist because when i look into my eyes i see someone else)* i'm not catholic and do not understand who st. peter is but i wonder if he won't let us into heaven because we're failures or if we're failures because he won't let us into heaven *(i'm 42% sure i don't exist and questioning how bad hell can really be.)* too quiet for a saturday i wrote the word decaf so many times i forgot how to spell it decaf decaf decaf decaf *(does decaf have two f's? because i don't have two f's to give anymore i mean i would but i can't even find vowels much less extra consonants)* when i was a child i always counted in mississippis now that i'm older i find myself counting in cappuccinos i dreamed my legs were bleeding and i remembered that they're not i want so badly just to sleep in a bag of crystallized ginger and swim in a mixing bowl of tasteless tea. *(i can't tell what's real anymore but i'm 42% sure that i am not.)*
Copyright 8/6/16 by B. E. McComb
#depression#coffee#rain#existential#showers#disassociation#existentialcrisis#greenday#coldplay#poetfreak
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Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 5:44 PM UTC
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