the entire city of chicago
could be on fire again,
and the only thing
that i'd want
would be a fucking cigarette.
my cousin had a birthday party
for his one year old
today
so i decided not to show,
and inbetween the miles of procrastination
that this produced,
i still decided not to tell anyone
that i wasn't attending.
i'm odd.
i know i'm odd,
and i'm fairly certain
that my girlfriend
and everyone else i know
has
caught on to this fact.
everything,
the birthday party,
the odds
that everybody thinks
that i'm some giant weirdo
from the planet Zeetron,
and all i ever wanted
was
a fucking cigarette
to save me today.
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