sleep deprivation

i like your brain... its inertia... its mild perplexity...
sleep deprivation...
the shadows of the shady deals on the overnighters...
the walking corpses shouting that their silverware
was lifted by the staff...
i don't mind...
i am given to extremes, you know that...
i could make this job sound downright heaven~sent... fateful...
weird...
but all in all its just another meaningless job...
i know that i am probably just entertainment for you
but
i'll take it
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