THE GLEE OF MY NIGHTS AND YET TO COME… THE NIGHTS OF NIGHT
11:30 PM; 29/Sep/2018
The chimaera, in my dreams, in the wakefulness, plastic wraps swirl with the air gushed from the ceiling punkah,
Ludovico Einaudi--Discovery at night, yet a night- of hope to be, flush your potty, thee potty person beside me--it's simple to handle,
rumbled up in case, or vases of different potter's, beautiful and megalops, magnificent, you tell me you love me, thee have me.
--cream and milk, the scene, wet, come-sit beside me, the joyous, the my-my-my rhythm, do you see anything out of disorder, am sleepy.
Risperidone and Szetalo kick's me hard. sweet dreams.