Let's see what these dribbles are all about...
Bare with me and don't be too cruel - I'm a post virgin.
My mind is tired - throbbing like a turquoise vein in a pale forehead.
How much time in contemplation is spent unable to think?
My body is tired - lifeless, lonely, lumpy, lethargic.
How much energy is spent unable to move?
Why do we do this to ourselves?
Renewable resources?
Sleep is upon me.
Melt into it.
Peace.
Dark.
My mind is tired - throbbing like a turquoise vein in a pale forehead.
How much time in contemplation is spent unable to think?
My body is tired - lifeless, lonely, lumpy, lethargic.
How much energy is spent unable to move?
Why do we do this to ourselves?
Renewable resources?
Sleep is upon me.
Melt into it.
Peace.
Dark.