losing things seems to be a past time of mine

i can't find my crucifix, i'm hoping it's in the back of marisa's car
don't worry i had a meltdown earlier
i haven't eaten anything all day
whenever i lose sumin my abandonment issues creep back up
contrary to this presentation i am actually not emotionally unstable
the reason why i am freaking out about it has to do w/ it containing my grandma's ashes
this is the third debit card cos i just lose important things so easily
remember when i lost beaded Jesus
the day i totaled my car, i was sitting on my couch w/ arlo (RIP) smoking weed n beaded Jesus just shows up amid the couch cushions, WEIRD!
it's either totally happenstance OR it's the truman show all over again
i've already gotten upset about this but i will probably get upset again
dementia praecox ie schizophrenia
finding a lost item means even more
what if i'm just gas lighting myself (i had a dream about this so it very well could be true)
conspiratorial when it comes to me not just the typical shit
yes i am eating crab legs, imitation mind you
if they were real crab legs, i'd have to peel em myself
isn't everything an imitation tho
the sheep don't want artists to remind them that everything is fake
why wouldn't the AI replace artists since they don't appreciate art anyway
they're not totally wrong to assume that we are drug addled failures haha
we contribute in a way that they tell themselves they can't
everyone has sumin to offer, they just dunno it
*we are listening to the new wave band, talk talk
we didn't choose to be in this world but we do choose how we handle this