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You don’t want to be my friend.
Guys like me are better lonely.
It’s when we do our best thinking.
I’m not in love.
I don’t have good sex.
I’m unmotivated.
I’m not unhappy.
There was something I was going to tell you-
But you don’t want to hear it,
So I’ll write it down.
If I wrote about naked ghosts and empty worlds,
Would you like me more?
I could be Ginsberg.
On hot days I fan myself with reality sandwiches.
I can see the shape of continents and watch the world
Pitching sideways, and the blue slides to blue
Into blue into blue.
Ashlee Simpson is my greatest lie.



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