The process of taking your nightly Ambien;
writing a longish, completely nonsensical, illogical, yet oddly poetic
essay in absolutely first-rate
gibberish; and posting it on an Internet forum where all and sundry can see how what passes for your brain these days REALLY works.
"Breathing, and dleaorations of a delf : Wikthinderinidhin within these trends strands ends, to undersstand and say it is over.
Light another sconce and sing aing again gaining, anwew. We nod not our
heads, gbut with poud heads gtendle nots sods to share mutual gtries, ack, yes you to, acknowledgment, the nods.
and if you can nod yhou dan dance. Bivalves in the flames sand on
teh geach, weeds, mosses, acrid smells, dprovoking the happy
clam smell.
So much of goodbye is in cry for what must have geen, might have bgeen. the lost futures.
The gaps. the
hard dounr aaromsitid===c smdells emells, of y9u, of you, of me and hyou. "