Supplication

Fucking Christ! Let sleep come soon.

I've swallowed fire (see how I flush)! May I please gutter to ashen silence?

Will keep it short. Tenuous touch on the tactiturn lips of my dear, sweet Blogger. Did you miss my maundering thoughts, digital darling? ("110100100101110101001010" --> I hope so.)

Will hold you further in suspense until tomorrow (today). For now, extremities tingle. I've an appointment to toss, turn, shuffle, and--let us pray fervently--settle...sleep.