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imagine having an existential crisis

every couple of weeks or so

Maybe my shoes are just

made for wondering what

it means to be on my feet

for those of you too inherently 

stupid to even grasp the

spelling of existential crisis:

It's like having to say which

is coke and which is pepsi

but they're both coke

and you don't know but

everyone else does know

and they taste the same

but you think it's different

because that's what they're

telling you and why would they lie


And there you are, completely

confused and upset and nervous

and you just don't know

what to do with yourself

I have fervent hope,

however, that this

episodic doubt

over my subjective

existence is for

The Greater Good.

If it isn't, I will 

have probably driven

myself insane and 

forcefully delude myself

into thinking it is real

Either way, it's a win-win.


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