I’m in supper sur-reality of night, waking in a dream.. tired of the light and.. aching for the other side of.. whatever the fuck it is.

I’ve slept most of the day away, or woke up part way through, only to fall back asleep, and now I rock back in forth in bed.. watching Blade Runner and wonder.. something.

My legs are so fucking soar and have no interest in baring weight…

Something echos from the past.. that feeling of going sleeping for a couple days after being up forever.. and the disorientation of the lateness of this hour.. feeling like early morning and you wonder if you live on a planet that doesn’t have days.

Or if it even is a planet upon which you lay.

Dream reality, dream reality, that’s what this is. Reality without reality, no earth, only phantom vapor, phenomenology of spirit.. spirit of earth… disassociated.

Its a quest for a vacation from, whatever the hell it was you were dealing with the other day.. oh yeah.. you’re car is parked who knows where.. 9.6 miles away, who knows if it’s been towed by now.. and God knows.. how you’ll ever deal with that and that is all just so much that your mind doesn’t even bother to think of it.. like so much.

Maybe if I smoked some pot I’d think about it but instead I just dream of sleep.. and android sheep.