Yawning in my chair like a rattlesnake. I still haven’t gone for a walk. Maybe tomorrow morning. But that’s light years away. Dave Brubeck playing some cool jazz for me. It won’t rain tonight. I keep the television on mute. It’s always some bullshit playing. Same bullshit playing every day. Something like an engine running in the neighborhood. Always at this time of the night. What the hell. Somebody shoot that man and sell his liver. I feel like I haven’t slept in ages. But I slept only yesterday. Thinking of jumping into the bed and crawling on top of you and we kiss and hug and write stupid shit together for some time.
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