Dead Molecules

Fuck. I was aiming towards something. Really. Totally in a zone and then I woke up my girlfriend. It died. Cigarette smoke was the culprit. The piece is totally stupid, creating a mini poem within a poem, highlighted in red, blah, blah, blah. I had something in my head and it was working well. This was the now-destroyed work in progress.

I had a moment. A movement. Potentially monumental. I'm a malformed malcreant. Not distracted now. Logged in. New formats. Nocturnal Davids to my Goliath daze.
[Me]

Any one who has common sense will remember that the bewilderments of the eyes are of two kinds, and arise from two causes, either from coming out of the light or from going into the light, which is true of the mind's eye, quite as much as of the bodily eye; and he who remembers this when he sees any one whose vision is perplexed and weak, will not be too ready to laugh; he will first ask whether that soul of man has come out of the brighter light, and is unable to see because unaccustomed to the dark, or having turned from darkness to the day is dazzled by excess of light. And he will count the one happy in his condition and state of being, and he will pity the other; or, if he have a mind to laugh at the soul which comes from below into the light, there will be more reason in this than in the laugh which greets him who returns from above out of the light into the cave. 
[Socrates] 

Personally, I would be delighted if there were a life after death, especially if it permitted me to continue to learn about this world and others, if it gave me a chance to discover how history turns out.

[Carl Sagan]

Wake up! Don't suck. I suck. You stink. Don't sleep. Write something. From beginning to end. Forget who's sleeping. Wear headphones in your backyard. You can't sleep anyway. You brought a notebook to work today and even though that you know that it's impossible to write when you're working at this job...this is what you wrote, "I can't write anymore".

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