wearing my badger suit

Sleep evades as manic passion envelops. Meanwhile they’re closing in. They want what they don’t have and I don’t want most of what I’ve got. But I’m still angry and afraid. It’s in the late night hours that we confront the truths that daylight scatters to the dark corners. It’s when the needle hits the vinyl past midnight that you start to wonder what’s really going on. Drinking this American Water and feeling okay, but in a different uncontrolled kind of way. Maybe side two holds the answers? Maybe not. Maybe there are no answers.

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  1. I had to google-you-tube ‘silver Jews’ and the first song to come up was ‘sleeping is the only love’ which I thought was aptly appropriate. It’s a lovely song. I hope your mind whirring insomnia has gone now.

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    • That is appropriate! Thanks, Isabelle. Unfortunately the insomnia has come back recently. It likes to rear its hideous head at least once or twice each year as a reminder to me not to get complacent about my sleep. (Sleep does feel a bit like love.)

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