[bonesandrobots]

neverending night of alcohols and caffeines cut a path to a morning of twisted muscle memory, the unrelenting anticipation of projected physical movement, like that of a quadriplegics itch, almost to the point of spasms, like an overdose of diphenhydramine, without the sleep to accompany it.

good morning biomass, this is bonesandrobots; todays forecast is toxic haze.

-vomited via droid