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Been up for two days, back to back from night to day. Everything is moving slow like an inning in baseball. My breathing is so slow, takes me two minutes to say morphine. Blood going quicker than my thoughts. The tv ain’t turned off since last week and the sofa chair reeks of sweat. I’m tired but still have no interest of sleeping. Life right now feels like the beginning of a seven minute song, it usually takes a couple minutes before some sound starts going. I haven’t even been hitting the caffeine all that hard, i’ve been a hot chocolate man my whole life. All this time on my hands and i’m choosing to spend it on roasting mini marshmallows with a lighter. I rubbed my fuzzy slippers on the welcome mat in the bathroom to see if I could bring back electricity to this bulb that once held light. The rat traps went off a day ago in the early hours, can’t believe I was a spectator to a beheading. Skin got stuck to the leather on the chair, I was darn near binded to it until I started to sweat again. The fellow fallen freeloading rodent was laid to rest properly; I tried to get Arlington at the phone on short notice but failed. Highgate didn’t return my calls before commercial break, so I had to call an audible. Settled with the cemetery near my recycling bins in my garage, I didn’t know we even had one until today. The crackling sounds from the tv is a familiar sound that I am now realizing. The sound reminds me of a tv but it also reminds me of my old home from when I was a child. Wood stove on with the record playing, the vinyls were only ever greatest hits records because it was considered a better deal. I had to chop wood for the stove but we never had an axe or a hatchet. We only had a hammer, saw, and a buck knife. I don’t get why we never had an axe or a hatchet, you can use the back of a hatchet like a hammer. Even the fella from New Orleans had one, it was 1919. Only human interaction i’ve had recently is when the mail woman slipped my bills and coupons through the mail slot. I thought the rat came back to thank me. My robe has pockets; that’s the metaphor to my life. I never really got into darts until I told my doctor that I only went to the bar because I like to play darts. I don’t want to be of bad health and a liar, now I got a dart board hung up on the wall in the office room like a nerf hoop. I keep a couple of darts in anything that has a pocket and put it on during commercial break. I got a dart stuck on the roof when I launched one from the inside of a chimney. I’m starting to think that these curtains might be my biggest enemy, maybe the sun is all I need. One day I’m going to get those curtains when it’s not looking, gonna make it beg for forgiveness. I tried to charge at it a couple of times to part the seas but it was too quick for me. I didn’t realize that the curtain had it’s gi on, it judo dropped me in front of the hot chocolate table. I may be Solar powered and my batteries are running on empty because it’s been raining. Where the hell is the Energizer bunny when you need him! My head is beating like a drum; I think they laced this water with lead. Sitting on the stairs, wondering if the fastest train makes the wind cry. It’s almost time for my favorite show to come on. The one show where everyone gets their hopes up when they just start getting into it and get really angry because of the sudden plot twists that occurs but keeps tuning in for the next episode weekly. The good ole powerball drawing. It’s technically pay per view if you think about, only time you watch it is if you paid for it. It’s my first time watching it without paying for a ticket, it feels weird. I won one the other day but I haven’t turned myself in yet because it’s been raining. It feels like I commited a crime when I watch the news and they’re talking about, the powerball winning suspect is at large. This the only time when the suspect can get his reward by turning himself in; take that crime stoppers!