October 12, 2007

Sleep Bright, Don't Try

I'm not sure how to handle this.


I've been cleaning my room since two hours ago, minus the shower, minus the intuitive bit of poetry tapped out, taped into the laptop screen. definitely strange, narrowing things down. selecting the best anchors and not nailing them down. letting sleeping logs lay as they lay, watching planks toothpicking sine waves.

twang.




twang.


the ocean's an ambient conductor, the momma tongue rasping for grains from shore to shore. nonstop. don't stop no drop the day in a way convivial to drone labor, followed by a nocturnal dope layer, know wha mean, dopamine? nonstop. don't stop. nonstop.

nonstop don't stop.





lessa take the batteries out.

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