“What did you have for breakfast?”
Cereal with milk, I think.
“Toast with Nutella,” I blurt out.
Just another innocuous lie
You believe it.
Why wouldn’t you
So
I begin alter reality
In small ways
Soon
I reconstruct my life
One day
I am Ford Prefect
No longer awkward, towel always present, the number 42
memorized
While on other days,
I am the smallest non-bonded hydrogen atom
Enjoying anonymity,
Hiding everywhere, being everything, finally fully
Present.
One day
I am caught
My yet-uncreated self
Snagged in thorny lies
By days I forgot
To distort
I cease to
exist
Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 3:22 PM UTC
“What did you have for breakfast?”
Cereal with milk, I think.
“Toast with Nutella,” I blurt out.
Just another innocuous lie
You believe it.
Why wouldn’t you
So
I begin alter reality
In small ways
Soon
I reconstruct my life
One day
I am Ford Prefect
No longer awkward, towel always present, the number 42
memorized
While on other days,
I am the smallest non-bonded hydrogen atom
Enjoying anonymity,
Hiding everywhere, being everything, finally fully
Present.
One day
I am caught
My yet-uncreated self
Snagged in thorny lies
By days I forgot
To distort
I cease to
exist
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