while swallowing the banality of yesterday I choked.
bohemian ghost (girlfriend, you're a fraud). drape yourself in chiffon and velvet.
search all day for a shining effervescence to wash over the cement tomb you sleep so soundly in.
jazz it up with ribbon and sparkles, hurry before the gypsies figure out that you're really a philistine.
avant-garde ghost (baby, don't do kitsch)
exhaust yourself into an authentic state of blissfulness.
no matter, never mind.
ghostly good time, by morning you'll remember you were never even alive.
too bad, so sad.
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