You mixed into this somehow, why are angels and psychos and goldfish, on this strange earth, together, and who are you?
Freaks have forgotten, like goldfish, that five minutes ago, they were shouting bisexual, G, your face and my goddess,
4.30pm thoughts swim in and out, but it was you, and my sadness, im lost,
4.41pm, i thought perhaps, someone might “accidentally” skip over to the service station,
Psychos have their mo’s, psycho goldfish, too, need to remind other psycho goldfish
Im into animals, as 11 minutes have passed, and they may have forgotten what to shout,
Are they shouting, G, your face stares at me, as if from a goddess,
And it doesnt matter, anymore, if i do know or dont know it, im in love with you,
Every moment i spend trying to find your face, and i fucked up, and my heart, thats not mine anymore, cant cry,
The Absurdist Day
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