Vh1 classsic flashes me back to the eighties with tears from fears
fears from fears of what the rash on my leg might be related to and the twilight ponderance of why i'm still awake
the midnight oil was burnt out a couple of hours ago
so what fuels this alertness
no substances have been comsumed tomorrow isn't a day of gloom so why does sleep allude me
i have nothing on my mind but the death of the radiostar and film footage not yet non fiction.
Well atleast the day time will be amusing
my zombie attire will do the day fine