You believe in yourself.
You really do.
Not in me apparently,
but maybe in us, maybe in them.
I can’t compliment you anymore
because you mistake it for worship
and burden me to inform you
I hadn’t said much
and what was said I had said it
to be nice
you fat finger idiot.
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Author, blogger, painter, poet, schizophrenic, vitamin salesman. There's a shadow person living in my head is something I believe. Fiction. Digital art. Smalltime jobs. I do all these things. Bad biology is a lie. God is a robot. View all posts by Luke Meyer
