Tautology. How long have I been me?
Is my true self not actually me?
Tautology. Won't you tell me
the truth?

It's late at night on New Year's Eve.
The chimney monster has died.
I slept barefoot. I was like an artificial flower.
The fake's fake is a fake, aren't they?

That worthless philosophy was like a comedy.
It was aimed straight at my temples, and I felt bile rising in my throat.
You committed a severe crime
while in the lovely blue water!