Yep, right down to the frequent nod-offs. It's my system, rebelling after the blank nights, the days of exhaustion, the price to pay for dreaming.
Deconstructing oneself always comes at a price.
I'm vain enough as not to need the public approval. I'd much rather have a hail of stones cast at me than a tsunami of adulation.
We both know what I'm talking about.
There's jam session today, I might join, let a little more blood flow, for my temples (the temples I keep for you, my goddess) are throbbing, fit to madden the sanest person on earth.
And I wasn't even sane to begin with.
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