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.*well... a horror movie soundtrack is just a choice... there's always a loop of the song dreaming, from the coraline soundtrack; i'm such a sentimental schmuck.* fasting all day, blood sugar levels low in the later afternoon... filling up on an English breakfast leftovers past midnight... it's raining... and there's still more than 3/4 of a whiskey bottle left... but it's raining... and...    i suppose i should wish to write something... but then... then again... with the bedroom window ajar... putting on some horror movie soundtrack... and subsequently listening to the rain... do i really need another "poem"? another, rather ******** statement concerning flashing numbers... in red, rather than emerging words from a blank space? no... not really... there's just something about a recalibrate of the body after a day of fasting... it's like ******* Ramadan with me, almost all year round... i guess with the whole globalist affair... i sleep-stalking my time in these hours... at twenty minutes past 1am most people are asleep... while i'm...    just shy of pouring myself another drink, and contemplating falling asleep mingling a horror movie soundtrack and the falling rain; rhapsody of the most gentle scuttling, tapping... i call it...     the aqua-aranea effect... water-spider effect...        ghostly piano of the night... weaving a lullaby like no other lullaby could ever be sung; like the hallow call of the impeding inevitability of death - and: that rare grace: of primordial yet at the same time: eternal sleep.
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Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 8:29 PM UTC
just one of those nights
.*well... a horror movie soundtrack is just a choice... there's always a loop of the song dreaming, from the coraline soundtrack; i'm such a sentimental schmuck.* fasting all day, blood sugar levels low in the later afternoon... filling up on an English breakfast leftovers past midnight... it's raining... and there's still more than 3/4 of a whiskey bottle left... but it's raining... and...    i suppose i should wish to write something... but then... then again... with the bedroom window ajar... putting on some horror movie soundtrack... and subsequently listening to the rain... do i really need another "poem"? another, rather ******** statement concerning flashing numbers... in red, rather than emerging words from a blank space? no... not really... there's just something about a recalibrate of the body after a day of fasting... it's like ******* Ramadan with me, almost all year round... i guess with the whole globalist affair... i sleep-stalking my time in these hours... at twenty minutes past 1am most people are asleep... while i'm...    just shy of pouring myself another drink, and contemplating falling asleep mingling a horror movie soundtrack and the falling rain; rhapsody of the most gentle scuttling, tapping... i call it...     the aqua-aranea effect... water-spider effect...        ghostly piano of the night... weaving a lullaby like no other lullaby could ever be sung; like the hallow call of the impeding inevitability of death - and: that rare grace: of primordial yet at the same time: eternal sleep.
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Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 8:29 PM UTC
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