For keeping me up past the allotted sleeptimer imposed by the the ticking clock of a 2-year old resting comfortably on a Nemo-cased pillow. Green lights from the mocking more predictable alarm dare me to close my eyes and pretend Sleep is around the corner, waiting with sand-weighted gloves and a couple of friends to knock the dreams out of me. The black pit (minus the crystals I believe) virtually guarantees that the poor bastards who cross my path will meet a swift red-eyed gaze and swifter hand-off to one of my unsuspecting student-hires. Except for the inevitable elite ones, who's answer only lies locked in my REM deprived grey matter. For them a labyrinth of "hmm, I'm not sure.. let me check with my supervisor." and "I'm going to have to do some research and call you back." waits. Lurking around to find out whoever tried to use those sap-gloves on me and curb-stomp his sorry ass into the starry night.
Beh, not even late enough for the real-good sleep-deprivation shit. The absolute stream of want-to-be-unconsciousness. This is me just trying to scoop off the foamy top off some useless frustration and force it on you like friggin day-old muffins at the coffee shop. Loooook.. it's 50% off. You know you want it, who can resist a good deal. Until you take a crusty like your uncle's jockeys bite and realize how hard you got screwed by that teenager in a green apron (who's getting stock options by the way). Just by stopping by here today you're out about $2.00 of your hard-earned sanity and there's no refunds on stale cynicism. Just rip off the tip jar and throw it at the bikers who always hang out not-smoking by the side-walk. They got your back when they're not sipping dendrite machiatos and quoting Tzara. If they aren't enraged by the spattering brain-change they might just realize they got their drinks all bufuckered by that asshole behind the counter and come down heavy like sand-bags on his worthless machine-gun-mouth-for-an-ass.
Anyhow this is getting pointless tonight. You're all the sorrier for sticking it out this long. And you'll never get your two-bucks back.
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You really do play too many video games :)
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