late_at_night yummychuckle I toss and turn blistered by the heat my boiling blood leaves in trails on my small mattress. I can't fit you in here, nor him or him or him or him my bed is too small it fits only me, and my feet seem to dangle off at times because I squirm my way to the bottom. my life is too small for you and i drown myself just fine by myself. its misery to be with me so why bother? you wouldn't fit anyway. my head is much too small for all the stirring it has been up to in the middle of the night. i hope you understand. 020225 ... birdmad kill the lights and stare at the dark ceiling and the glow of the pale blue-white LED display of my stereo listen to the scuttling rat in the garage whose continued existence mocks me, traps sprung with no furry little rodent corpse to placate me tune out all the sound in the world, the traffic in the distance, the scuttling of the rat, the sheetmetal scraping in the breeze in the neighbour's ad hoc junkyard until there is nothing but the vague onset of tinnitus and underneath the ringing is the sound of my pulse rushing in my ears (blue_moon....you saw me standing alone) 020226 ... . hungry ghosts from the past tear at my dreams . . worries swell and troubles swarm making a buzzing in my head i'll get no sleep or rest it seems i'm covered up but i can't get warm i just roll around in my bed the thoughts come foward in endless streams . . . "yawn" things aren't so bad after all things will always turn out alright worries in the dark hours do no good you can't take action so late at night jnb hbub hbhb bla blah! ugh! 030725 what's it to you? who go blather from