The air in it was like Popsicles

I couldn't see three feet in back of my face

introduce:

night terror dream space

notches on arm posts

rigid fist clench dig deep nail gouges gauge time

panicky pace steps

wander in disillusioned variables of

I- can't sleep

II- can't calm

mind blazing traits of unconscious banter tapes

Mix tape One, Side A:

~some song about the weather

~long period of indiscernible brain refuse

~Body Beautiful - Salt N Pepa

~half a speech on nuclear fission

Mix tape One, Side B:

~unintentionally left full

black dogs catch underfoot

shadows besides, muscles twitch

some mitigated circumstance

overseen by god and the milkman

if it wasn't for free refills

I'd strangle myself.