the soles of my shoes
feet
inner being.
are wet.
i want to jerk off
and cry
and punch
you.
which means me.
all those starched pieces of paper, little fortunes put in cookies- you will be successful.
you are in ruins.
which means me.
step outside where the flatulent air puffs right back on your face.
you're awake, get over it.
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