The monkey on my back @ 6:39 PM

Daydreaming is the monkey on my back. Or procrastination. No, I'm pretty sure it's both.

Everyone is gone, and I'm my only friend at this instant, submerged in thoughts of mathematics and beyond.

Melissa, I'm using your desk because I can't focus in the living room, the kitchen table, or my own desk. I'm not even going to try studying on my bed because I know I'll only fall asleep.That's also a monkey on my back...Anyway, I saw your T.S. Eliot book of poems, I picked it up and read it.
Now I must have swallowed the urge to write write write because I don't feel like doing anything else but that.
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Like the sick sweet silver moon,
or the sharpness of its craters
Your words from yesterday are the tethers
to my eventual sensual broken howling.

The false impressions left in mid-day drinking
of paint and turpentine water
will leave you sober and awake
later, dead and dreaming.

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hahaha. Okay, that didn't make sense. But my timed writing is up, and can't afford to edit. Calculus calls.

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