one more bottlecap
��������� �����i just thought i'd post this.it looks so much like when you go to the optometrist and he takes a picture of your eye, on the little polaroid tucked into your folder -
in other news : the world continues revolving and the night continues unwinding and the lovers continue to embrace amniotic in their castles of glee - eventually. i'm writing a song in here. perhaps i'll run a tally of my sleeping cycles in here :
SLEEP DEFICIT = 3
meaning the past three nights have been wakeful and bloodshot, leaving daytime hours to accrue with the thick residue of sleep ... oh, and i am quitting "eggs over eric" today at some point. i can't continue to do it. unhealthy, for a variety of reasons. i feel like calculating my insides today, their functions, their tides and their rises and falls,
like a stock market exchange of the circulatory system, bulls and bears rioting up and down, clamouring for a close. poor, haggard red&white blood cells, bulls and bears, suited up and waiting for the bell to ring.. for sleep to ensue. we can only hope the economy of my physical being isn't about to crash.
sneaky tricks and underhanded politics! my body is gerrymandering against me. o body politic, o foul president starting war with my stomach! nothing nuclear, please. people are sleeping, and the casualty count would be astronomical -
postscript : if i ever have a son i will name him sebastian.