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im on my way out the door of consciousness

took some Nyquil

s***s kicking in soon

gonna be knocked out to my bone

watching the snow fall

waiting for work to be cancelled

throat cold brewing

probably from all that hookah

headphones in

letting the ambient beats take me away from-

waiting for that girl

to climb through the window

her icy hair strands looking like gorgon snakes

to whisper words

of sweet slumber

 

and dreams

Author's Note

part facebook conversation, part imagination

Reviews

[E.H. Monroe]

I just read one piece jigsawed together and now this one.
This is innovative and visually cold. The induced fever halluciantions bring upon a staggered flow. It seems like in and out of sleep and then the ice gorgon brings the whole thing in with ice blues and whites, knocked the f**k out, dreaming of snake boobies.

I'm in there pal,

Let's get some f*****g nyquil

[Brad]

hahahaha...i liked the rhythm of this one, sort of a melodic b***h slap

[Hollow Man]

I think we all know that feeling of waiting for the nyquil to kick in but you put it in a kool original way man. Sweet

kgs

[Ruth]

I LOVE the attatchement of both! Works stunningly! Brilliantly pieced together love, there is such an attack of reality here, and yet also, the longing, brilliant!
xx