i may have a terrible case of the tireds, luckily i have myself a barista to provide me with more of the stuff that caused this sleeplessness in the first place... but it will be grand. mayhaps i shall take an empyrean nap. hopefully though, i can fall asleep again for the next hour and a half or so, that would be nice. i have good friends.
i can already feel it, sire fairbanks will have his work cut out for him today.
everything changes.
because christ is my life.
you know just as well as i do.
poetry only means putting together pieces that never fit.
maybe we'll forget.
i hope we don't forget.
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