Small Talk

pass the spinach dip babe yeah look at us meat sacks in a dining room its cute trippy trek in the building or the multiverse whatever im astral projecting right over the artichoke dip ready to pack up my metaphysical spaceship and skip brenda is bragging about her new culinary air fryer im watching the fabric of space time get steadily higher my consciousness stretches right out to the rings of saturn while tracing the ugly suburbanite table cloth pattern im mentally mapping the milky way wrapping my brain round infinity drinking a discount pinot and fiercely craving divinity chad is complaining his amateur golf swing is suffering my existential reality constantly hovering alienated yeah heavily mentally isolated by all of this chatter so hopelessly fabricated im vibrating out of the typical visible spectrum while chad is explaining his fantasy baseball selection im touching the stars but im stuck in this chair got universe secrets i cant even share youre talking bout weather im bending the light just smiling and nodding and ruining my night smiling and nodding and ruining my i just saw the birth of a cosmic and bright solar system inside of my mind while ignoring these guests yeah i missed em the dude asking me if i properly like what he cooked im gazing right through his biology wholly unhooked a walking conundrum a paradox living in dual realities trading my spiritual visions for dinner formalities im feeling connected to every molecular vibration but deeply repulsed by this intimate social occasion like how are we made of the exact same star studded matter when all that you spit is this hollow and meaningless chatter i ponder the dark matter shaping a distant new galaxy dealing with kevins inflated and arrogant fallacy i wanna go full supernova right here in the den but ill just politely ask for the sea salt again i am a speck of dust floating in absolute majesty absolute majesty trapped in a tragic suburban ass culinary tragedy we are the cosmos we are the stardust and dirt but this dinner party is doing me physical hurt so back to the casserole back to the mediocre wine pretending my earthly existence is perfectly fine im hiding a mystical third eye right under my bangs while trying to silence my primal ethereal fangs im trying to care about someones diversified funds when i just communicated with multiple alien suns the paradox strikes like a brick to my temporal skull the universe magic is making this gathering dull im chained to the table bound by polite obligations ignoring my own intergalactic and wild revelations im beautifully linked to the infinite cosmic abyss but totally over a casual party like this yeah i think ill take a to go box just put it in a wormhole im out keep your property values trippy trek signing off