later
lately, i've been spending too much time on the computer. i'm getting stuff done, but i also feel like i'm burning holes in my brain, or my eyes at least, and just generally dying.
but the computer, or the "fiendish brain-sucking machine of DOOM!!!" as i like to call it (hey, jed), is not the only thing occupying my life. fortunately, the other such things are not nearly so brain-sucking (at least not in a bad way).
i think i'll write a poem about one of them.
shining stars above and
silver moon is shining and
the wind is cold, it hurts, and
the smell of rain.
all promising warmth
and the smooth feel and
the smell of err... that one thing... not jasmine... uh... chamomile?
so anyway, lately i've been working a lot. i called in on monday because i was feeling sick, but i didn't get any sleep. guess what i did instead?
... fearing flames and leaping into the abyss
but a broken tongue of steel, casting forward
and catching him by the nape of the neck,
left paralyzed the living, walking, breathing
sleeper.