2002-08-26 - 6:27 AM

Every feature of a bunny. I'll probably put too much sugar in it. Last night was like trying to squeeze a milky royal blue fluid into a full container of stale piss. There is an overflow, which causes time to advance at an extraordinary rate. Each minute that flicked by like an absent spider leg was one more minute that I was not asleep. I choked on the sheets and got spilled sleep sand on my tongue, dry and anxious. The stars came out and came on, as intensely as my dream, as I struggled and waited for the cosmic caterpillar of sleep to come lick off the overflow of productivity leaving me breathless and, finally, drowsy.