Mark 34 hours without sleep. It, and the back, now sans aspirin, because of the stomach, which hasn't been fed since noon, the libido, which hasn't been fed since New Years, the Spirit, which hasn't been fed in...
A mass of hungers, you might describe me. Yes, a mass of starving desires, but it ain't for holiness I fast. Dunno why it is. But being sleep, food, sex, love, fun, joy-starved is taking its toll in me (refer back to sentence 2, now completed - - - - I'm not, so to speak, on the ball. In fact I think you could safely say I'm right off it. And if I don't sleep tonight, well I guess I may perish.
klik if you demand tedious explanations of every little thing.
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