ColD and BLack………black…..like squid ink spreading across rice paper…….and like the squid – dEEp seA coLd and just as lost behind my eyes………small fragments of sleep
High noon becomes an ansel adams ? Problem : he ran out of ink in the printer and were only left with sIlvEr 9A ———- I.E. One shade of gRey
Reduced, mAde naRRow – heart as limp as the As the monochrome paper falling out of old fuck faces malfunctioning printer
I take up shield and spear to slay the beast of sleep, the beast created for me by the most modern of sciences……….my head is bubble wrap with its veRy BLOOD made fOul
Who took the damn ink cartridge !!!!!!!! Spins, a windmill Just small enough to fit in my brain……..as lie, as lie, as I lie awake waiting for the squid to slide up my spINe and deliver the INK…………………COLD and BLaCK One more broken ship drifting away
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or if it adversely affects their ability to be bright and clear the following day.) But, if this is what comes of it… *shakes head in admiration* Of course, I wish you peaceful slumber. (If you believed in sleep, that is, and I didn’t have a quote from you sitting on my computer desk to the exact contrary… ^^) But, with a mind as fascinating and intricate as yours, no wonder it doesn’t want to stop spinning its wheels. That has never been my problem… When I do nap, I’m out like a light. I just don’t nap *much* or at times that coincide with most other people’s schedules, unless they have fangs ^^ or play late night gigs. 
I hope your brain locates a working cartridge, my friend, and that rejuvenating sleep soon follows. But, until it does, keep a pen and pad or keyboard close by. It’s like the scene from the movie “Ishtar” where Dustin Hoffman and Warren Beatty’s characters are wandering, faint from sunstroke, out in the desert writing (in their particular case, horrendous ^^) song lyrics and they say “this is some of our best stuff!” 
