sketch 3

my head is swimming from too much coffee and not enough sleep. the last two days feel like a vanilla trainwreck of bad ideas gone to their logical ends. i pretty sure somewhere there's a bonfire with my name on it, like viking funeral pyre rites of passage coming to haunt me. this is what insomnia sounds like when its vine ripe and poured onto a laptop. i am pretty sure when i read this later i will wonder who wrote it.

"the ashtray says you've been up all night. . ."

more later