Reality Check

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Late to rise, late to sleep, that's how I play the game. At night, this is my house. When the curtains are drawn, I wake up. That's how it's always been. I couldn't imagine being awake during the day. Talk about piercing straight through to your heart, I can barely stand the saccharine smiles of those slaves who work, day in, day out, day in, day out. I can't find life in that routine. I never could. It looked like a universal winch to me. A universal winch for energy.

It's blurry today. But that might just be the chemical, human. Doesn't change the fact that I can't drive or see straight. It's so white today, like life wants to purify itself for the hell to come. There's garbage in the car. I put it there. The remains of my euphoria. Cylindrical, as are most drug administrations. The touch of reality after the insane night.

 

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I like it... it's evocative; I can visualise and sympathise. There's a strong feeling to it, which isn't overdone. In just two paragraphs you say a lot without saying too much.

 

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^Thanks! Sorry it took so long to respond, but I wrote this under the influence of DXM, and, well, memory lapses.

Yeah, this actually took me an hour to write, and I just wrote what came to mind. I'm glad you liked it.