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you_know_you're_tired_when
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raze
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a late storm interrupts your fitful slumber until the exhaustion seeps into your dreams and you_find_yourself falling asleep in the bathtub of a house you won't step inside again in this life, waking to the realization that you forgot to peel off your clothes before submerging everything that lives beneath your neck in lukewarm water. stranger still to see so many layers of fabric heavy with what's holding you when it's hot enough outside to draw sweat from a stone.
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240620
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raze
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you scratch your own skin without meaning to and lack the strength to lift the hand that's at fault, causing more harm in the process of pulling away.
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250924
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raze
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you start forming half_asleep_thoughts with your eyes wide open.
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260307
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raze
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you think but don't say, "i probably need to get some noise over here, sleep-permitting," and it takes you longer than it should to notice something isn't quite right about that sentence.
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260310
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raze
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you try to turn a fan off with a flashlight.
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260425
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raze
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you're almost sure the bathroom sink is speaking to you.
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260514
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raze
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you start singing the john_cale solo version of "i'm waiting for the man" inside your head for no real reason at all and keep coming back to the same guttural scream.
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260516
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nr
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you misread john_cale as john_cage, and then for a second picture raze somehow singing 4'33".
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260517
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e_o_i
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Oh, I mix them up with each other AND with Nick Cave, unprompted by tiredness. As the Maybelline commercial suggests, "Maybe it's alliteration - maybe it's ADHD."
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260517
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epitome of incomprehensibility
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Probably both. And as for tiredness, I put a book in the fridge once. I didn't notice anything was wrong until I questioned the less weird thing, a food item on top of a shelf.
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260517
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nr
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you see the word "penultimate" and think that if you had a band, you might call your second-last album "ultimate pen" and then try to consider what that cover would look like.
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260518
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raze
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you wonder what each of your teeth would want to be named if they were people.
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260521
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raze
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you fetch vitamins and a spoon to set down on the table and find the tools of your trade already in place.
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260528
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e_o_i
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You can't shake the thought that a "weed whacker" sounds like it's saying "Really?" over and over in a sarcastic voice.
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260531
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raze
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when confronted with the need to empty your bladder, you tell yourself, "waiting a while longer won't kill me. standing up is too much work."
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260601
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raze
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you refer to a mosquito as a harmonica and something that is not a free reed wind instrument bites you out of spite.
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261007
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nr
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you can’t sleep
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261008
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raze
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your voice seems to belong to someone else's body.
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261010
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raze
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you start to slip into thermal underwear when you're already wearing normal underwear and can't quite figure out what's wrong with this picture.
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261013
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e_o_i
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You tell your mother about seeing "Laura" again. She was the other girl in your...you search for the word..."bat mitzvah, but the Christian thing."
Mom: Confirmation?
Me: Exactly.
Mom: But Laura? You mean *Linda*?
(She was right. I confidently called this woman "Laura," too.)
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261014
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raze
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you have to pause repeatedly during jumping_jacks so you won't fall over.
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261015
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raze
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you need to stop yourself from pouring cereal into a drinking glass.
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261019
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raze
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you can't even kick off a slipper properly.
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261027
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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