BLANK PAGE Graphite on Paper. © Dec 22nd 2011. By Leighton Kelly Its 4:30 in the morning and i cant sleep again. i was sleeping mind you but then i woke up to pee and then my brain was all like, “up an at ‘em boys! time to turn up the music and explode some more!” and because it started the party up again everything became very acute. i heard a beeping. it was a fire alarm i disconnected a month ago cuz it was beeping every 15 seconds. i buried it in a pile of clothes somewhere and had become dislodged somehow and the nuclear battery in its unholy belly was keeping the dream of its protective prowess alive and misguided.  then i started thinking of car crashes and muggings. then i started thinking about what if there was a real zombie in the apartment? would there be an escape route from the bed room to safety? actually no there would not. that made me think about was there any thnig to kill a zombie in the room.  no. there is not. maybe i could throw loose change at it? push it off a balcony? how could it have gotten in? i locked the doors. oh ya, i’m day dreaming at night again without the benefit of sweet sweet sleep. normally i’ll toss and turn like it was a game in the Olympics until i was too tired to stay awake but it is a bittersweet battle and the sun usually makes a mocking appearance before i do.  well not tonight you bastard! i got up and did what i do not usually do. i’ll just go with it. i’m awake you damn sandman! where were you when i needed you most! you cheap SOB! i maybe got like a teaspoon of your sandy soporific when you should have thrown a handful right in my face.  are times that tough that you have to portion out your sleeping powder? how many imaginary zombies can there be? oh ya, i forgot, one for every sleep deprived person on the planet.  bazillions of them. you know what? its my brains fault i’m up at this unholy hour. i’m gonna let that hungry bastard go ahead and eat the hell out of it then i’ll sleep like the dead. thanks the undead! you’re the best!

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Graphite on Paper. © Dec 22nd 2011. By Leighton Kelly

  • Its 4:30 in the morning and i cant sleep again. i was sleeping mind you but then i woke up to pee and then my brain was all like, “up an at ‘em boys! time to turn up the music and explode some more!” and because it started the party up again everything became very acute. i heard a beeping. it was a fire alarm i disconnected a month ago cuz it was beeping every 15 seconds. i buried it in a pile of clothes somewhere and had become dislodged somehow and the nuclear battery in its unholy belly was keeping the dream of its protective prowess alive and misguided.  then i started thinking of car crashes and muggings. then i started thinking about what if there was a real zombie in the apartment? would there be an escape route from the bed room to safety? actually no there would not. that made me think about was there any thnig to kill a zombie in the room.  no. there is not. maybe i could throw loose change at it? push it off a balcony? how could it have gotten in? i locked the doors. oh ya, i’m day dreaming at night again without the benefit of sweet sweet sleep. normally i’ll toss and turn like it was a game in the Olympics until i was too tired to stay awake but it is a bittersweet battle and the sun usually makes a mocking appearance before i do.  well not tonight you bastard! i got up and did what i do not usually do. i’ll just go with it. i’m awake you damn sandman! where were you when i needed you most! you cheap SOB! i maybe got like a teaspoon of your sandy soporific when you should have thrown a handful right in my face.  are times that tough that you have to portion out your sleeping powder? how many imaginary zombies can there be? oh ya, i forgot, one for every sleep deprived person on the planet.  bazillions of them. you know what? its my brains fault i’m up at this unholy hour. i’m gonna let that hungry bastard go ahead and eat the hell out of it then i’ll sleep like the dead. thanks the undead! you’re the best!