5 AM-azing
- Once up on a time, I got so high I could see like a seer sees the ocean from a mountain top and says to himself “I can see the ocean.” Some time later, I could see back inside the living room the ocean hanging on the wall. This is not your disorientation. This is me moronically asking you to take a sip of your beer before it becomes insipid.
- Wait a moment
- The moment is liquid. My amphibious fingers, they can tell. An IPA for you and me, sunset gluttony. Simon calls Gabriel who is lost in the white valley and she answers from the bathroom sink. Her tears are cheap but beautiful. Do I need to tune you in anymore?
- I love you. Kiss me in the name of trance.
- What about the tears?
- They are fine. 335, so far.
- I’m one inch closer to the waves at break. You?
- Haha, my face is sinking.
- The waves don’t care for the observer, but they do change in shape when the observer’s mode is numerical.
- This toilet paper, so soft, and cute! Cheers!
- Cheers!
- Fuel for jets. IPA 5%. Awkward, man.
- Feel it, it’s awkward.
- I think I've reached higher than I would have expected.
- Numbers, 335 you said?
- 628
- Dielemuzes.
- What?
- My name.
- Writer you said?
- Sometimes.
- I’m into numbers.
- We are looping now.