sorry excuse for a genius
I'm an idiot
tired of being a fucking idiot
the look on their faces
the most beautiful girls you could ever see
wash over me like the lights of a police car
to make me feel something
no matter what
after the manner of idiots
and it's possible to believe that this is literally hell
that I am dead, drowned perhaps, out in my real past
that all this is a Bardo you rule, a dream after death