Another sleepless night
in my office at 4 AM. A self-imposed night shift. Feel like some strange nocturnal animal, trapped between this four walls, blinded by the old, faded CRT screen screeching with the sound of ten thousand angry mosqitos. The drugs too have now faded in the background somewhere, my body in stand-by mode, buzzing silently, like a cell phone on vibro, conserving energy for when the morning light pours in, bringing forth wrigling mass of cars, people and their wicked wicked thoughts, echoing inside me now, andante at first, but that's just a prelude to an all out cacophony, almost uncontrolable now my body starts to jitter and cringe like a dried out apricot...
back in choggieland again, safe and sound behind the firewall, i dare to breath out for the first time in minutes since my last login. i feel. home.
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Hey, no worries. It's only 9:06am here in California, so come on down, kulpims, and party with us cracker yankees!
Still a whole day ahead of me, I didn't sleep all night... And yet, just a plain ticket away from heaven, eh? I'd LOVE to get away from this snowy hills and jump into the ocean right NOW
nice. can we have a Sift novel?
I don't see why not. Maybe each one could do a paragraph (or a chapter if you're really into writing)?
edit: meh, I get all sorts of ideas when I'm stoned
It was a dark and stormy night...It was a tall and snowy hill...i need coffee first. and a muffin would be good.
banana nut. that's a good muffin.
I had a blueberry one this morning. It were good.
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