She's writing a novel as well, but I don't think she'd let me publish any of it on the net. I'll keep adding stuff as I have time and inclination, so pay attention. I am bubbles rising through a mudbog lambent marshfire skittering on the slough I am light dew-shattered and the dew I am leaden full of starfire I am galaxies Insomnia Glazed eyes follow whole paragraphs without comprehension. I somnambulate carefully. Gut joins brain.
Eyelids draw up, with grinding gears cut off all dream traffic open now to steaming rage.
Heels strike floor, though shoulders ache still for the sweet soft peace of the pillow. Helplessness the base, a weak hand in overwhelming circumstance, bad faith in those with control over our lives, officials unwilling to move. Users are rage teasers, money-changers in the temple. To contemplate the EXIT sign and not enjoy the show, a wasted ticket. For now, please, a Jumbo Bucket, a Giant Coke.