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...

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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.