Germany flew in today

I can't sleep. Laying on my back scratching my stomach, poking at it, curling the hairs near my belly button: I feel like Fargo, North Dakota. "That blue room, an american flag draped over that basement window. It was a soldiers room."

i need a job

there is this moment, when everything culminates into this single stroke of a guitar or crashing of a cymbal...and then i vomit. I vomit everywhere, on my bed, on my computer, the vomit is mixed in with my belly hair, now it hits the floor, falls through the floor boards, on to the baby sleeping in the crib in the unit downstairs...

"when it burned my throat,

it did not kill me,

as I'd hoped

and when the fever broke,

it was as violent

as I'd hoped"

I keep having this problem with dates, and numbers in general. Maybe its minor psychosis. Everything keeps switching. February 20th has recently been changed to February 18th. March 9th is the new March 13th. Holy Mountain I need sleep.