The time has changed. Darkness falls early now. We live by rhythms. Mine has been disrupted. I wake too early. I eat too late.
I will go to the poll and vote now under the gray November sky. Change is in the offing. What will all the junkies do after the votes are counted, the results in place? It has been a long haul. The emotional letdown will be greater than after the Super Bowl.
I am as leaden as this sky. My rhythm is off. They shouldn't fuck with time.
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