am i even real?

I do not know if I am real. I am not here, nor there. I am not near, nor far. I feel nothing. I have never felt anything. It is if my life has been slowly sqeezed out from my body. As my life drips away into the stars, I can see it, evaporating, unjulating. It smells of rotten apples, oranges, bannanas, and seminal fluids. Battery acid, feces, syrup that got stuck in your hair, and the feeling when your fingers tingle from too much nicotine. High octane hormones that will flow through your spider like viens. It will destroy you. He'll look at you with his mangled, dirty, brown teeth and smile a smile that only a child molester could smile. And his thick, dank breath with escape through the gaps in his destroyed, abused teeth and dance circles around your nostrils, begging to come in. And when he opens his gates to his bottomless pit of a human body, his lips will move in such a way that only the anciet romans could transcribe. Sloppy wet phrases will come. He will say in his crocodile voice, "This is ******. She is my daughter".