They said "sleep is for the weak"

And i gave into the mantra

The scene was derelict;

The facebook propaganda

My router is a candle

That ignites my slin innocence

And i see how this was so full

But i liked the blue brittleness of the night timer

Curious camgirls

Cruel and kind cherry boys

They were restless for those refills

Superimposed on a greem screen

Your aimless web surfing

And arranged brain battling

I just wanted to be r. crumb

Sitting like a clot in my brain

In the night time