transmission
Random tangent time, exhaustion, the thought is that people have this odd flirtatious relation to it. How many times have you pushed yourself until sleep was not an option. Moving until the motor runs clean is almost like emotional intercourse with efficiency. The end being you lying there having emptied your tank of potential action… sated… hopefully until after your trip to Hypnos's house. Anyway… ever tried to create in that state? Notice you get the same basic effect when drunk? That is the part I do not understand. Someone should write a book chronicling artists, and what drugs they used in their inspirations, and what effects it had on their work. I'd buy that for a dollar.
Hmmm the random thoughts that go through your head when you are waiting for class to start.