New
Bluelight Crew
Undersleepy, overhigh, understood to be alive. Brain-Drained and motivated to perform naught but the most primal of instincts: Eat, Sleep, Fuck, Die. That's the life cycle - wouldn't want to disturb it now, would we? Too late, you say? Well, then, might as well see where we're at.
Sullen pounding in my skull? Check. Overheated dermis? Check. Feel like I'm in the middle of nothing and everything wonderfully present? Check. I've become a walking contradiction, two sides of the coin meeting, face to face. I've the Laws of Physics on a tanned leash, waiting for my word on when the sun can come up. I've waited 7 hours for this second to end.
7 hours raving on the lunacies of modern convention, while also attempting to remember what I was doing next Monday in the office. 6 Hours spent yelling at whoever-on-high that they've got it all wrong, while fearing for my soul. 5 hours spent gazing at the clock wondering where all the time is going, because the hands aren't moving an inch. 4 hours rocking back and forth, waiting for my release from this mortal coil. 3 hours accepting death as a failure to exist and feeling it like a shot in the heart. 2 hours healing the wound that all must bear in this life. And 1 hour attempting to remember the English Language.
Sullen pounding in my skull? Check. Overheated dermis? Check. Feel like I'm in the middle of nothing and everything wonderfully present? Check. I've become a walking contradiction, two sides of the coin meeting, face to face. I've the Laws of Physics on a tanned leash, waiting for my word on when the sun can come up. I've waited 7 hours for this second to end.
7 hours raving on the lunacies of modern convention, while also attempting to remember what I was doing next Monday in the office. 6 Hours spent yelling at whoever-on-high that they've got it all wrong, while fearing for my soul. 5 hours spent gazing at the clock wondering where all the time is going, because the hands aren't moving an inch. 4 hours rocking back and forth, waiting for my release from this mortal coil. 3 hours accepting death as a failure to exist and feeling it like a shot in the heart. 2 hours healing the wound that all must bear in this life. And 1 hour attempting to remember the English Language.
