extinction is almost fashionable 

we have 
been failing 

[at] feeling 
[at] home                        } due to          slack  

lack of stimulant                        {all so masturbatory

now
we save garbage 

to be beautiful 
the moon is still 

just a ball of rocks 
stuck looking important 

[in no light of it’s own]
[it’s the only way to get by]
[i’m not important either]                    

the saddest thing
i think 
would be to love 

virtually

the only hope i have 
of living forever is writing

my name on walls/i am a fiber optic cowboy/i have a gun/give me your money/get 
in the van/now we are communicating 

now i am a tiny majestic 
thing you cannot forget

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