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I’m reading House of Leaves

By Mark Z. Danielewski

Suggested by a friend

It’s kind of fucked up. I like it

Like demonic imagery

And dreams where I am falling

I can’t explain myself

So I will not pretend

If our conversations aren’t inspired

I’ll kill them quickly. I am not some sort of liar

I’ll just mumble that I’m tired

And I’m tired of being alone

But that shit’s all my fault

I’ve always been reclusive

The moment something good comes up, I push it straight away

Taabish, I suck. Taabish, I’m sorry

I hope that Boston isn’t awful

And that Canada’s the same

And sometimes I feel like I’m on fire

Tobias Funke, why am I not underwater?

And I’m always cranky when I’m tired

And I’m tired of being alone

And I’m reaching for the phone

Thank god you aren’t alone

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