written at 2:46 am while falling asleep to the mars volta
07/30/2004 06:48 a.m.
last night i was extremely tired, extremely. and, for one reason or another, i startled awake in the middle of the night, and feltt compelled to start writing. and, this, for better or worse, is what i came up with. i'll try to sift through and reconstruct it later, but for now, this is it. explicit content follows.

a blue light from the toxic smoke surrounds a boy startled from his sleep with the lamentations of war. The moment of open eye r.e.m. cycle is uncomforting as the cadaver casts his final shadow. he walks as a man glows; a caffiene buzz of a lightbulb fillament remembers the disaster as yesterday, when he can only stare in disbelief as his fish flops of the floor, slowly drying out. what am i? not a savior, but not myself, either. where are you, elephant man? watching the two dogs engaged in intercourse? it is all to shocking and unreal to accept- but undeniable as a moth at the flame.

i have no idea what the hell was going on in my head.

and no, i was not on drugs at that moment. so, yeah. can anyone interperet this?
I am currently Clueless
I am listening to modest mouse- grey ice water