nothing makes sense.

do you hear me when I say this?
in this star-filled universe
where time is bent by gravity
and people buy Ford Mustangs
and take lovers to their existential beds
to ward off that ultimate fall into truth

only nothing,
makes sense.

everything and anything
is just a dream to fill the fevered void;
just a nightmare to haunt the dark empty
and drive men like me insane

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