even your dreams
are stale
right now.
you yawn as you
sleep, then awaken
and think, is
that it, that's
all you got?
the world is an
uncrisp
cracker.
unsalted. it's
hard to chew
and swallow,
the crumbs fall onto
your shirt
and you don't even
bother to
brush them away.
people point
at them and say,
you have cracker
crumbs on you,
and you say,
yeah, I know.
so what.
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