cloudy is it my turn? like your eyes covering up and fucking with the truth. 030127 ... cooper rasha we all fuck with the truth, lest we be discovered lying. 121126 ... pony I woke up in the usual fits, with unusual sweat on my skin and the heaters off in February. Even with fresh loft in the pillows beneath me, my head feels fine but my body's disconnected; my senses confused, in every sense of the word. I'd fallen asleep laughing to myself but woken up uncomfortable and bothered as ever. There's lightning in the mirror and too much heat in this big bed. I slapped the switch on the ceiling fan and waited for morning. The sun is still hiding and I'm still feeling cloudy. I can't tell what's worse, myself or this allegory. 240228 what's it to you? who go blather from