To the love: I left my conscience pressed, through the keyholes I watched you dress. Kiss and tell. Loose lips sink ships. To the love: I left my conscience pressed between the pages of the bible in the drawer. What did it ever do for me, I say...
A very other-worldly sort of a day today. Took too many tranqs last night so spent the entire day in a fluctuating state between completely wiped-out and semi-functional. Slept in short, exhausted bursts but couldn't maintain it. Nor could I wake properly. Felt like a lobotomy patient for the majority. Felt like an illiterate man stumbling his way through reading comprehension. Felt like a virgin fumbling his way through his first sexual experience. Felt like a true insomniac, bumbling my way through his waking hours. Felt, for all intents and purposes, that I was unable to go outside. So I didn't. The window was open, but I was sequestered in the safety of my messy room.
As a result of my lacklustre performance today I have little to say. I didn't take in any valuable knowledge. I didn't offer any of the same to somebody else. A day of supreme inconsequence, come to think of it. Still felt like writing a little synopsis of it, though. Days like this could be invaluable down the line. You never know your luck...
What is the fastest you've ever driven on a public road?
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