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Co-in-cide


“There’s no question
You’re the answer
I will find you.”


coincidences, that’s all they are. small, meaningless, stupid fucking coincidences. whatever you do, don’t overthink about it. don’t let it get to your head. and don’t you dare drag me down with you.

okay, listen up. fool me once, shame on me. fool me twice, and on the exact same instance? no way. something’s going awry here, and you have got to admit it. deep down inside, where you repress all the crazy things you hate to believe but still quietly cling onto, you know. you just do. it wouldn’t totally mess you up like this if you don’t. don’t you?

no, i don’t. not at all. and don’t act like a subversive condescending prick and proclaim that you do, somehow. the entire universe literally doesn’t give a shit about you, idiot. nor will it to anyone and anything else. so stop pretending that it’s something more grandiose and consequential beyond what it actually is—absolutely nothing—and leave it out of your life, goddamn it. and don’t try to convince me otherwise with all your tinfoil hat conspiracies. you’re better than this. at least, you really should be, anyway.

but what if it is? does it hurt to believe in the impossible, even for just a second? would it kill you just to be a little less empty than you already are? why? why not? what if?

what if, huh.

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Cyborg & AI

It is weird to admit that I do kind of miss it

Your condescensions, intricate conspiracies

Melodramatic tendencies and odd severities

Shouting matches in the middle of the street

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Your foolish theories and proud NEET texts

Even your strange and undefinable complex

Of accepting yourself in your “human shell”

Oh, and it does feel nice being taller as well

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You spout all kinds of nonsenses irrelevance

So much that it actually starts to make sense

Sardonic bites, acerbic banter you say is wit

But we’re both talking a bit short full of shit

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Your indecisiveness that nearly ran you over

You’ll be reincarnated as life, and I Death Jr.

Bizarre beliefs regarding death and universe

Me giving up and telling you, go write a book

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It’s all part of acceptance, straight from denials

Which is crap, but now I’ll laugh and surrender

This conversation has been okay, preemptively

Well, until you hit my kill switch again, shorty.

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Conspiracy

the more

you hope,

the more

the universe

conspires

against

you.

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