10 hours sleep in three days
Thinking of sex as chemicals again
Caffeine burns in my throat even when it's iced
Hungry hungry hungry, burning fuel like I'm trying to enter the atmosphere
Light is quixotically harder and softer, a sure sign
There's a Burroughsian gegenschein following me around to my right, with an ironic counterglow in the peripheral vision to my left

and

I've never felt better, better,
I never feel as good as I do when these juices get flowing and I lick the frozen spine of Springtime and wake up wake up

wake her up.

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