Say it isn't so

The gate opening is slow. Keeping clamps on Day 1 energy to improve those good changes so far. Tommy on the tube at midnight did nothing to provide nostalgic tingles to the already turgid post-Johnsonian interlude called N O W.

Can't help noticing Birdman was what Synecdoche, NY wanted to be. Thinking of calling MK Buster. Striving for in-ness only rarely was successful when still in contention. Useless now.

Five hours of broken sleep ushers in morning indicators of the close encounters days but the chillum tapas made the caffeine work just the right length. Jiggle bells jiggle all the way.

The passion to make oneself memorable is misuse of a grand energy. What epitaph? The kick from the cloud formations rounds up my favorite contribution to the awards wall. Still the one.