“Kamikaze over commas”
—Travis Scott, ‘Piss on Your Grave’
Five percent of us—max—
Standing on top of the rest throwing intricate theories about.
It’s so hard, isn’t it; excruciating. I’m glad I’ve never felt pain.
I would have found me terribly annoying as a teenager.
Who can dupe ourselves the most? Or be the least pretend paranoid?
Every gap is nearly filled in—only a few more forests to go.
Then we’ll all see the world and set ourselves on fire.
It is that simple: you don’t want friends; you’re a vampire
Like me. There is no mind-body problem.
I truly believe we should be burning more, though it’s a piece of art.
Adding this line about commas because I wanted to use the epigraph: get money.
I really thought I was once a part of the problem too.
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