have you met malice highload?

when you can't sleep, nothing is real.

i may have gotten an hour of sleep last night. that's generous. and if it happened, it didn't happen continuously. and none of it was good. i'm starting to lose the plot.

all the animals come out at night - whores, skunk pussies, buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkies, sick, venal. someday a real rain will come and wash all this scum off the streets.

the days go on and on... they don't end. all my life needed was a sense of someplace to go. i don't believe that one should devote his life to morbid self-attention, i believe that one should become a person like other people.

if you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?