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He always smelled like cigarettes He dressed like a cowboy Even though he lived in the city Since he was three He liked to use big college words and Intentionally mispronounce them Thinking it would prove to the ladies That he could read He was secretly certain That hell is at the bottom of the ocean Thousand of pounds per square inch Of cold crushing doom Populated by creatures Drawn from vestigean nightmares He'd had this horrible poster of them In his room growing up Said maybe that's why I'm so screwed up My first memory Is the fear of fish in the sea He always bought his cigarettes From a girl who knew no English Hoping that every time that he went He'd get to hear her speak A strange collection of noises Communicating nothing She seemed to have all new words Every week He was secretly certain That waking life is an empty phenomenon And there's something more going on Than it seems He was simultaneously someone else In an alternate universe He lived the life of a housewife In his dreams Every night He'd say I don't understand But that's alright I'm pretty sure it all makes sense somehow It just sounds weird when you say it out loud