embryonic imageries cling to me at five o'clock in the morning. my laptop hums luminous blue,
cold unemotionally cut adrift - intrinsically odd, gazing at my bellybutton picking out the fluff.
i gulp down an oily mixture, of pulp orange and GBL.
tenuous elation - nausea distant indifference, floating lucid dreamlike my an anatomy stuffed full, plump - cotton wool - plasticity soft clay, unconsciousness slowly conscious.
a low whistle from my messenger. i switch on a light.
their faces abnormal, like badly painted clowns unsettle the screens, i prepare for a seizure. deja vu.