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It's six in the morning and I've been up all night with this terrible headache. Images of photographs taken of me whilst I try to sleep cycle through my head. The whiskey the I would never touch again seems but seconds away. I would constantly remind myself that this was only going to take several hours. I would love to have you by my side and whisper a scripture into my ear. We would make love to the idea that this sickness seems like forever.
We have a newfound family member in our backyard. About a couple months ago, as I backed out of the driveway, I glanced to my right and saw what appeared to be a peacock. Feathers as wide as my eye could have seen despite the time of day and situation I was in. I would not think twice about this as I drove away. Here is today and the morning was several hours ago. The peacock has not left us. It constantly squack at exactly 6:30 to the t. I was thinking about calling it "satchmo" cause the noise reminded me of a Dizzy Gillespe tune. The only thing that gets to me is that I get home from work at 5 or 6 in the morning and once I finally get to bed "satchmo" wakes the entire neighboorhood.
I turned in my Maya project a couple of days ago and I can now breath with no hesitation whatsoever. Now I know what it feels like to be one of those actors in the genital herpes commercials.

fuck the world
kill your tv