Saturday, May 18, 2013

Hyperbole

Pick one. Any one will do.
Then insert it into the following phrase:

"__________ angst."

This describes my day.

I believe sleep may be the only recourse: the sort of sleep that absorbs not only consciousness, but also the facets of reality that insist on clinging to the medulla oblongata when there is no other part of you that remembers that you are alive, let alone that you exist. This sleep doesn't feature dreaming. 

It doesn't feed you false hope.

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