one day
i run out of gas
i run out of peanut butter
i run out of clean socks
i run out of xerox white copy paper
and
i run out of bismark type battleships
i run out out ancient egyptian monuments
i run out of continents of africa, asia, and america
i run out of the assorted planets of the solar system, including pluto, asshole
i run out of massive black holes or gravity wells that can devour whole galaxies
i run out of brahmanian gods dreaming eons of creation and ultimate destruction of endless muliverses
so today
i run out of love
i run out of fate
i run out of happiness
i run out of everything
no juicy fruit gum
no pope ratzinger
no doornobs
no fake poop
no you
no me
i hope tomorrow
everything
comes
back
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