superposition 8.
give me a box and a hammer and some poison
we can be alive and dead simultaneously
"we are going to use every fucking mushroom boost"
did i scare you when i wrapped you in the blanket
from the side a cat's eye is filled with liquid
but this poem is not about cats
it is about a dead mole
if we found a paralyzed mole and put it in the bathtub
and played mariokart 64 while waiting for it to die
if i had a graph to show every short cut on koopa troopa beach
it would look like you exhibiting exponential growth on the motherfucker
and i would be like / / / / ?
i only touched one butterfly in my life and i think it died
