Asleep story
Sometime later I will awaken into this story, then I shall only remember the other, not the sleep, I shall only remember the awake.
Twenty two is in the last run, all that rains is festivity and party, present and feasts, cracker and jokes that may not be particularly funny but at which we will all laug by, or perhaps groan.
Is monogamy such a strange concept, is it like a whale stranded in the high street, is it a ghastly kind of twisted magic, in which we pretend to be beyond it all while acting like Rabbids in our fantasies masturbating furiously but alone. Are we really alone in it all anyway, alone in a genetic drive for this biological machine with a greater willpower than our own.
Sleep story
Sometimes, not often, I feel like I haven't slept no matter how long I have slept...
