sleep...

80+ hour work week, 3 all-niters, nearly a gross of Diet Mountain Dew, 5-Hour Energy chasers (I don’t think they do shit but it’s more of a placebo thing at this point), enough Monster Orangeade that I was able to order a zip up hoodie on tabs… I run from sleep like it’s got a hockey mask and a machete until I long for the sweet relief the penultimate raised blade showered in lens flare and punctuated by a waterphone cacophony of eerie melodic dread are about to deliver on the down thrusted hand covered in Crystal Lake mud and muck… here I am, half naked, tits hanging out, frolicking through the trees after curfew looking for Brad who went back to the cabin to get a six pack of nattie-lite and I can’t even get a ‘wuzup girl’ outta the boy from the lake.