Mid-4AM ramblings and strung out on coffee

Listening to Metalocolypse and wondering where and why time slips away

feeling that 10 minutes of orange that happens every night in california and wondering why sleep at all?

you could have another coffee and keep going through whatever geek timebomb you are creating now

or scrap it all and forget about that sliver of creativity you forgot to write down

some things left over from the fog of humidity i used to live in – this city just isn’t the same, people sleep and any celebrating and you might have a sideways glance wondering who put the happy in your drink

but you’re always sober and you still have more fun

and those dregs of kindredness fall off the cliff into the pacific and you realize that there is no us there is only me and that’s how they think here

popularity breeds contempt, one of boy george’s more genius phrases, and it’s true and you’re also true

i miss mom-n-thems and red beans on monday

happy monday