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more like space greatest hits :: this is my insomnia

i actually don't have insomnia right now. if anything, i believe that for the first time in my life, i am getting the exact right amount of sleep. the secret seems to be being sick enough that i don't have boundless energy, but not so sick as to think that i should rest and take care of myself. also, having the proper amount of alcohol st the right intervals is important.

here is another post that was published earlier, but which i'm resurrecting in order to give you something to look at while i'm away.

i guarantee you, it's more fun than listening to me whine about the fact that i feel like refried ass, which is something i just made up, but which sounds pretty awful and like something you wouldn't
want to feel like.

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this is my insomnia. his name is neville. i used to think it was tom or bernard, but since we've become closer, he's confided in me. we've been spending a lot of time together lately.



he is big and sort of formless and he is purple, purple like the purplest prose, full of hyperbole and histrionics and extravagance. he has fire on his insides, which makes him very emotional. it also means that whenever he's around, everything seems too bright and too hot. it's not his fault.

neville has spindly arms with finely manicured little claws. he likes to scratch and tickle when he visits.



neville's feet are like solid little hooves. they are made of lead, so that they make loud thumping, clomping sounds when he walks. they make him quite heavy, so there are many bumps and thuds when he's walking around.



despite his heavy feet, neville can be quite nimble. he can actually sneak around on his spindly arms and sneak up when i'm least expecting him.



sometimes, when he creeps up on me, it can be quite scary, because i'm not really sure what's going on.



but other times, when i'm feeling very isolated, he seems more like a friend, encouraging me to use our time together to do things i wouldn't normally make time for. or just to think about things that i enjoy. although he can look big and scary, he's actually quite shy, which is why i'm the only person who ever sees him.



he's been around long enough that i know he comes and goes pretty much as he pleases. but even when we're not hanging out, i have a feeling he's never far from me.



in fact, i think that he'll always be a part of my life.



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