Friday, June 11, 2010

P2

Sleep denies me, it refuses to cede to my request, it will not come to me and refuses to receive me, so I'm left awake. Here, eyes burning, head pounding unwilling to will myself to what I must do I turn to my refuge - pouring of thoughts clattering of keys, black letters on a white screen.
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