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it's pretty lame|Not being able to sleep at night is pretty lame I'd say.You get your head sort of full with all these thoughts,but then if you do get to sleep you forget the best ones when you wake up.Unless you get up and write them down,but I haven't always got a pen or some paperand when I find some then I've normally forgotten anyway.You also hear all the noise outside,like stupid birds and police sirens and stuff.One time I heard a motorbike,it was pretty loud and I think it probably crashed or something.That's pretty crappy if you're trying to sleepand you haven't got anything to doexcept smoke another cigarette because there's nothing on t.v.|
insomnia|You don't sleep,watching both sunrise and set,it can send a man out of his mind.That's why you come home to me,your mouth a vile pit -spewing forth putrid endearment.That's why I cry at night.|
he is silent|He is silent.Smoke curls from his nostrils.Eyes slowly wandering,rest for a momenton strewn bedclothes,vagrant pillows.Bringing the cigarette to his lips,the scent of sex lingers.She does not.|
the pin|It was these four horsemenon a pin, towards his chest.These at once representsome vital signalthat I may have missed,when we were first introduced.|
loose change| autumn to winter: we speed through the transition of the seasons racing each other like clouds upon a storm, skittish and impatient. we are still in anticipation of tangible change. revolution.|