Caught myself on the thought, that I haven't eaten for three,

Caught myself on the thought, that I haven't eaten for three, or maybe four weeks homemade, straight out of childhood, dumplings… What the mother fucking dumplings?! They don't live here, they were already back in twenty twenty-two eaten… But on the telly they got married and before the ad break split up some very weird, on-brand, deer. I believe — over there with them It's All for love, and not from the hype on their blue blood. All the same I'm glad for them, but these damned thoughts — Like nails — That tomorrow We will be Forgotten, We'll vanish, With no date, With no name, Without any meaning — Are hammered flush into the head.