Crunch Time
I'm getting sick of staying up for sunrise.
I get so tired I see shit. I keep thinking I see a mouse.
This morning (i.e. yesterday morning) I woke up with a queasy stomach after the vivid dream I had: A religious performer climbed the scaffolding to the platform furiously. When he reached the top he slid forward on his knees with his hands in the air in sheer delight. But he overshot the platform. He slid right off the edge. It was too late -- there was nothing he could do to stop his trajectory. As his face hit the stage, one of the fireworks attached to his head for the show's pyrotecnic effects, exploded, instantly deflating his head and ending his life. No one saw it coming.
It was all so clear and I don't know why.
I get so tired I see shit. I keep thinking I see a mouse.
This morning (i.e. yesterday morning) I woke up with a queasy stomach after the vivid dream I had: A religious performer climbed the scaffolding to the platform furiously. When he reached the top he slid forward on his knees with his hands in the air in sheer delight. But he overshot the platform. He slid right off the edge. It was too late -- there was nothing he could do to stop his trajectory. As his face hit the stage, one of the fireworks attached to his head for the show's pyrotecnic effects, exploded, instantly deflating his head and ending his life. No one saw it coming.
It was all so clear and I don't know why.
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