I sleep. I mean. I think that I sleep. Momentary glimpses of rapid eye movement fulfill quotas and masquerades the fact that I can’t remember the last time I got a good night’s rest.
Meaning escapes and nonsense consumes overrun thoughts of greatness. Ciao for now I suppose.
15 hours later//
*********I’ve decided that not sleeping is the most detrimental to those that educate themselves and live by the contents of their dreams.
And now I wonder if dreams have the ability to bury or eject themselves due to inactivity.
BLONDE ON BLONDE 