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haha.
i’m just an apology for floodlit screaming. you don’t know me. don’t really care. but somedays, when the night is thick, i can’t sleep. so i ask you.
i might care about you, though, with these nights the weight they are. the shadows, blue, the tempo, hot, and i am just turning in my nest [my grave]. words underpin words when i talk.

so, you? what’s your nightlife like today? you drink much? dance much? chance much? heh, I could tell you stories. not of myself, not ever, girl. didn’t sleep back then, but, hey- didn’t live much either.
i’ve stopped talking about myself for a minute. spill it out, now. your turn. sorry ‘bout my hallucinations.

well?

you don’t dream much either, though you gotta life. no mudmuck drinking for you. no cheap champagne, no triple whiskeys. jeez, i gotta dot on a jay or an i, so help me. you gotta life. cause this city is a puppy. dog. rabbit (it’ll come to me). bitch. yeah, like all those times I never got round to telling you. heh, i could tell you stories, girl.
your granddaddy ain’t so thick as my nighttimes, when he can’t sleep. no, i’m sure no granddaddy, no daddy neither just now, but a soft man, poor man, used to living in a brown, slurred street. greys and browns. you didn’t know, didja? don’t really care.

i’ve apologized, girl. don’t you understand? all i do for me… and yes, i do know your name, evelyn. i’m sorry. and i’ve no life at all. evelyn. no, but- all right. you do understand, don’t you? don’t you?
that’s all right then. i’m on my way.

you love me? haha.

love you too.

Description
haha.
i’m just an apology for floodlit screaming. you don’t know me. don’t really care. but somedays, when the night is thick, i can’t sleep. so i ask you.
i might care about you, though, with these nights the weight they are. the shadows, blue, the tempo, hot, and i am just turning in my nest [my grave]. words underpin words when i talk.

so, you? what’s your nightlife like today? you drink much? dance much? chance much? heh, I could tell you stories. not of myself, not ever, girl. didn’t sleep back then, but, hey- didn’t live much either.
i’ve stopped talking about myself for a minute. spill it out, now. your turn. sorry ‘bout my hallucinations.

well?

you don’t dream much either, though you gotta life. no mudmuck drinking for you. no cheap champagne, no triple whiskeys. jeez, i gotta dot on a jay or an i, so help me. you gotta life. cause this city is a puppy. dog. rabbit (it’ll come to me). bitch. yeah, like all those times I never got round to telling you. heh, i could tell you stories, girl.
your granddaddy ain’t so thick as my nighttimes, when he can’t sleep. no, i’m sure no granddaddy, no daddy neither just now, but a soft man, poor man, used to living in a brown, slurred street. greys and browns. you didn’t know, didja? don’t really care.

i’ve apologized, girl. don’t you understand? all i do for me… and yes, i do know your name, evelyn. i’m sorry. and i’ve no life at all. evelyn. no, but- all right. you do understand, don’t you? don’t you?
that’s all right then. i’m on my way.

you love me? haha.

love you too.