Why do you obsess over your made-up story ideal in your head?
You should obsess over your delusions and how to be here now
The stench coming from your mouth
J-pop in your head can’t save you from that
How does this happen to a human
Creating fictionalized women and superimposing them into this temporal plane
It won’t help you face the pain
You have to face the stench and wash it away
Clean out your mind
Embrace reality
Your fantasy life will fuck you
But you will still be alone
Bad Poetry 