Insomniatic Rant//Confessions of a Goofball

  [video still from hate_nate 4-29-11]

Some nights I don't sleep.  Some days I don't sleep.  Sometimes, the two are interchangeable-nights become days, and days become sweet.  Salty dreams about the men I can't see.  Waking life of mystery.  I.  Am a night owl.  

Nate is my enabler.  My wake enhancer.  My dearest friend.  Almost my dearest friend.  I don't know . Do I have dearest friends?  He's awesome.  That's one thing I do know.  He took these pictures with his camera phone.  And I sucked them out with a cord.  A  U S B.  Then spate them to my computer.  A M A C.  Now they're on my desktop.  A combination of a variety of things.  

But you don't care.

If you cared, you would have told me.  Shot me a memo.  And declared your declaration.  A declaration of caring.  For the words I mull over and the time I  spend sober posting each of these posts.  Where is the LOVE?! I ask you.  Where indeed is it? 

Is is in your Pride?  Is it in your Pride that killed Bin Laden?  Is it in your patriotic heart, beating like the metal between his carcass' eye?  Is that where the love is?  

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