Shhhh...

Just hit the lights. It'll be better in the morning.

say hello to the beautiful, glow-in-the dark sky as it folds in under your inner ear. Hi there. Charmed. tastes of cotton and saliva and hearing the boots crunch merrily in what remains of the early march snow. but it's all a tangle of blood vessels pumping redness into your head. but in a steady 4/4 rhythm, they stomp. speckles of yellow and green and pink ovals, ellipses, semi-circles. all lock-on to your brains and fire their tired, overused missiles and send you further down the river. echoes upon echoes drenching senses. and further...

open your eyes and look around to make sure everything's intact. lather rinse repeat, please. let's do it again. let the pre-unconscious festivities proceed, Your Majesty, Sir Cerebellum, dressed in the finest chiffon robes of white and brown. Clothed by my skull. don't ruin our fun. bathe me in your psychedelia/stone me with some muted dissonance/cover me with a blindfold made of skin. we can't afford to be off scheduleSilence is what I'm approaching at 10,000 miles per hour and ain't no one gonna stop me until I'm there in the

dark night of the deepest of the deepest of the deepest noir. No fuzzy images. negro puro. black is the desired color. Everything breaks up and gets sucked into a void for six to seven hours and then all is restored like nothing ever HAPPND in the 1st place but in all reality everything around me stops existing. gone, this roof's gone, this lamp's gone. these panels. the only thing that exists is what you WANT to exist, my dear : doesn't matter who you are, we all do it. doesn't matter if you're insane or a convict or a transvestite or a businessman or

at the end of the day the one thing we have in common is that we all

sleep.

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