sleep later

actually not even tomorrow... maybe two days, maybe three... the work is needy, the life is needy, needy needy... but that's the world we live in, needy selfish petty frightened fools... some become sheep... some become arrogant power hungry monsters... the difference between loving water pouring down the throat and hating water pouring down our broncial tubes... once sustains life, the other kills... adding or subtracting years to a life, maybe some time last year there was a wonderful relaxation almost a year old and even though savings dwindled, peace and love danced through life (between the idle stress of living with humans)...

and there are hours of dvr-tv to watch even as sleep begs for some undivided attention (and can it be had in this mind that has no off switch, even when the body collapses?)... perhaps, but who has time to record the telepathic telemetry of the many waves of energy that pour out from the head, that rise up from the bed, that remember what the good book said, that even raise the dead for the well read... take your meds... take your meds... take your meds... and feed your head...

could just pass out, but then, the chair is not the bed... hug?...

zzzzzzzzzzz....