The Black Napkin Volume 1 Issue 3 - Page 26

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Who am I kidding?

My worst nightmare is that I’m at my best when I’m hopeless and tasty

Like the sushi you pluck from dead men’s eyes

I’m afraid I may become a fuck boy

My worst nightmare is that my future lovers are at their best

When words pour out their mouths like a bulimia of fireflies

I’m afraid they’ll burn me alive as I disappear into the Bermuda Triangle

Of who’s fucking who

Everyone wearing masks and saving face

Sometimes it’s easier to pretend that you don’t care

That’s how you survive without losing your mind

Not giving a fuckthat’s what it’s all about, really

Impress your friends and amaze yourself

Plus, ladies love guys that don’t give a fuck

We’re all lonely for something

But you can’t cuddle with a zombie