Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Predisone steals your post-midnight sleep by dipping it's long fingers deep in the moonlight and slathering all that on a Triscuit accented with a tiny slice of grape tomato-for color. 

You will be awakened by the gigantic crunch and unable to close your lids for the remainder of the REM cycle rendering you a tired jerk unable to even mentally negotiate the gigantic bills that keep rolling your way. 

The nap is the only available white flag. 

Surrender, Dorothy. 

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