Meet Me @ Perkins

The institute of loneliness is a vast nation that I refer to as "The Land of No Smiles".  It was me who was unwillingly exported to this dictator nation for the sake of growing up.  Alright, I'm just moping because I hate college. 

I‘m afraid I‘ve been suffering from a chemical imbalance.  I truly hope you've never found yourself wandering down "chemical imbalance avenue" as often as I have.  Do you ever feel invisible ?  I do.  Sometimes I wander if I might be a ghost.  I usually go to Perkins to shed such a mood.  Perkins is my favorite “breakfast all day café”.  Half way in on my therapeutic enterprises at Perkins my suspicions of possibly being a spirit in limbo are confirmed.  As if the cosmos are channeling divine guidance through the inanimate it happens:  “I know I'm just a pancake but trust me when I tell you that you really are a ghost.”  Who can trust a talking pancake?  It's all just a phantasmagoria.  Who can be sure?”

Alright, I made up the thing about the talking pancake.  But there are definitely times when I’m not so sure if I am real.  Have you ever investigated the truth of your existence to prove it as a legitimate fact?  Are you sure it's you people are talking too. 

I think I’ll be going to Perkins today.  I'll be the one in the smoking section chugging coffee if you feel the need.