Two Twenty Ante-Meridiem

It's two twenty am.
Drowning in a glass of jaws.
Glassjaw is the best right now.
Breeze off the lake is nice.
Stingy heavy eyes.
Hula Girl booty shorts from Value Village.
Too tired to read my astrology book from VV.
Mood shifts like landslides.
Heavy, intense, watch for falling rocks.
Should I shower in the morning?
Should I loose the one you choose?
Sporadic mind contusions.
Can hear the transports on the highway.
Amphetamine addictions I can smell with my ears.
Cannot focus on one sound.
Cannot focus on one thought.
Cannot sleep if I try.
Startled by the big bangs on the escarpment warding off the birds.
No crops for you, danger boom.
Want to hike so badly, not in the dark.
Want to hike in the light.
My back is so fucking sore.
So, fucking, sore.
Feeling sleepy, sleepy lazy.
Itchy twitch eye.
In the context of radio, how do you feel?
How does that make you feel?
How does it make me feel that I will be asking, 'How does it make you feel?' for the rest of my feelingless meaningless life.
Pretty meaningful actually.
Two Fourty Five Ante-Meridiem.
And not a puzzle piece sits in place.