Confusing the lack of sleep with a form of meditation
walking around in survival mode ninety-eight percent of the time is starting to take its toll
by accumulating a week’s worth of hand-written-slop,
so botched, chickens couldn’t begin to decipher this scratch
cursive hieroglyphs penned down to the dermis during the debauchery
and on the seventh day Kurt Cobain ended his work which he had made;
he rested on the seventh day from all his all his work which he had made Sleeping in Seattle, April 1994.
buzzin' 