May 14, 2011

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  A teacher told someone who told me to do my writing when I'm most in tune with my subconscious, which means I need to be dreaming or drunk.
  Perfect because I am drunk.
  I'm drunk off attention,
  drunk off the easy way out,
  drunk off of years of a bad decision turned into a list of regrets.
  If I can't get drunk off of all that, what is there left to drink to?
  Let my vision blur, because I am Asian enough for the world to see,
  but I am not unique enough, not fine enough, not great enough for anyone to notice,
  not enough to anything support my head I imagine held up high.
  I want to be god.
  I want to tell you what is worth your greatest fears, what is worth your sacrifice.
  I want to tell you what is worth giving your 1 or 2 or 3.14159 shits about.
  But all I can tell you is that I know nothing--my thoughts and knowledge and truths don't matter.
  God is not with me, god is not within me.
  I am simply depriving myself of sleep.

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