

MaybeI don't sleep well.Maybe
Sometimes...sometimes the night gets to me.
I talk in my sleep. About different things, sometimes I walk too. I walk and talk, I used to talk to my mother. We'd carry a conversation she couldn't understand and I couldn't remember, then she'd lead me back to bed when I decided I was done. I don't do that much anymore, but I've been told I still talk. I've also been asked where 'home' is. Apparantly, I repeat the words 'I want to go home' frequently while I'm asleep, even while in my own bed in my own room in my own house. Of course, I've never actually


Toasting to the Revelation This one goes out to the dregs. To every howling, prowling lunatic musician held to this plane by a few strings or a handful of keys or valves, praying not for money or fame or bland, colorless sex, but just the understanding, the message, the pure, glorious communal epiphanies. To every jaded, snarling poet who mixes and matches and mishmashes words together into beautiful, meaningless ethereal sludge, trying desperately to recapture when they first felt that sublime tingle on the schoolyard or classroom or cafeteria, back before their heartstrings snapped around the mizzenmast. To every sullen emaciToasting to the Revelation

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