like autumn leaves
his sense fell from him
an empty glass of himself
shattered somewhere within
his thoughts like a hundred moths
trapped in a lampshade
their wings banging and burning
on through endless nights
forever awake he lies shaking and starving
praying for someone to turn out the light
- zack de la rocha, late of rage against the machine
k... the coq au vin is going to wait till later. like i'll post the recipe when i stick it in the oven in about 2 hrs.
i got 3 hrs of sleep last night. i am rather stoned, and about an hour ago, i had a bloody mary. i'm feeling a little bizarre and the sound of the blender out in the kitchen is about to curdle my blood.