Swollen Moon

Swollen Moon

I smell like the fragrance of the golden moon

Strawberry scents of the rich skies which make them swoon

Without saying words, shared stories of my tailored made dress

Can’t tell if they’re clever enough to unbutton it with finesse

At the mercy of the bird – I hear their word

Their wings soaring a tune, while the daylight hides from the moon

There they stood – looking at me from the lowest to the highest top

If they focused any longer,

They would be able to see that I just don’t want it to stop

I felt eaten alive as they studied my charts

From all of the truth to the lies

From the deepest pits of hell and my nightmares

To the overflowing heavenly skies

I’m the pariah and I’m the prey

I toss with the wind and I can never stay

I’m the pariah and I’m the prey

I toss with the wind and can never stay

My growth expands me into multi-dimensional halls

All of the signs are written on the Cosmic Walls

My growth expands me into multi-dimensional halls

All of the signs are written on the cosmic walls

Written on the cosmic walls

All of the signs are written on the Cosmic Walls

I smell like the fragrance of the golden moon

Strawberry scents of the rich skies which make them swoon

They describe to me, the direction of your heavenly flight –

I shall truly reach the depths of this melodic height…

At the mercy of the bird – I hear their word

Their wings soaring a tune,

While the daylight hides from the moon

I felt eaten alive as they studied my charts

From all of the truth to the lies

From the deepest pits of hell and my nightmares

To the overflowing heavenly skies

My growth expands me into multi-dimensional halls

For all of the signs are written on the Cosmic Walls

My growth expands me into multi-dimensional halls

All of the signs are written on the Cosmic Walls

This song appears of Jeremy Garner’s album ‘Sensory Illumination‘ .

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REQUESTS // CAFÉ

REQUESTS // CAFÉ

The following script is in connection to a series of conversations entitled ‘Riddle Me That…’ which is due to release at the beginning of 2019.

Double D: Hey, Mike can you buy me some food because I’m hungry and I ain’t got the money.

Mike: Sorry Double D, I ain’t got it like that – I just got enough for myself.

Double D: See Mike! That’s what I’m talking about – you can’t even help anybody out without thinking for yourself! How can you be so selfish!

Nathaniel: Whoa – calm down bro, I’ll buy you something.

Double D:  Do You even know how hard it is for families to eat?! I was gonna take this food and bring it back to my family because they haven’t seen a meal in a while! We are all hungry and I can’t even request some food without someone telling me they don’t have it?! You don’t have it? What do I have?

Mike: Sorry, Double D – I just didn’t have enough for the both of us this time around.

Nathaniel: It’s ok my bros – Double D, what do you want? Pick anything you need right now and I’ll head with you to the store – and buy whatever your family needs for the week. Now follow me, bro.

Double D: Thanks Nathaniel, I appreciate you – not many understand how hard it is for people.

Nathaniel: Yo, I get that but it’s hard for people out here too. You ain’t have to call mike selfish, he didn’t have enough, and you made a scene out there – embarrassing him and that wasn’t right.

Double D: Nah but I know he had it! He clearly was bugging because he didn’t think of others.

Nathaniel: Do you hear how that sounds? He was being selfish because he told you – he didn’t have it? Reverse the script. How would you respond, if you were Mike’s Situation? You ain’t the only one going through hard times bro! Requesting for something doesn’t mean you are entitled to those requests! I can take you out on the streets to people who got it harder than you and Martha. You got kids – they grow up fast. Ruth must be 10 and Tim must be an adolescent- shit gets expensive, but we all struggling out here in some way.

Double D: Oh Lord! Sounds like your preaching man! If I had the money, I’d pass you an offering. I doubt you struggling that much if you’re willing to help me out for the week bro.

Nathaniel: Well I have enough. It’s not a sacrifice for me – but this doesn’t mean it HAS to be a sacrifice for others. Mike had only enough for himself. I have more than enough for myself and others. I’m just glad I was right behind y’all – so I could pinch in and volunteer service. I ain’t trying to preach to you but shit, no one never knows the extent of another person’s dilemma. We owe ourselves empathy-even if you’re desperate for change. What’s going to happen here one day is that you won’t always be struggling. You’re going to work it out. Martha is going to get that promotion and the both of Y’all will have enough to take care of your kids and others. You ain’t going to stay in this bad spot – it might be hard and long but shift happens.

Double D: It’s gonna take a miracle at this point. Some people never make it out of their dilemma. Remember Henry? The Postman? Well, ever since his moms died – he been struggling bad. He had to sell his house and now he’s living in a shelter. His wife left him for another life and he works a lot – two jobs and still sometimes can’t make ends meet. Good thing he doesn’t have any children, cuz shit he wouldn’t be able to contribute much of nothing to their basic needs. Some people don’t make it out even if they pull their bootstraps up and hustle till their purple in the face. I don’t want to get to that point but I also ain’t naïve to forget the sun don’t always shine in the alleys. (Especially on the 5th avenue if you know what I mean?) Haha.

Nathaniel: Yeah, we’ll winging this game of life thing! I just think we can all do better. And all of this makes me beg the question of existence. If you had my life you’d be happy for a while because you wouldn’t be stressed about necessities. Yet, you’d worry about the other things that come with my kind of life. I suppose you’re never free from troubles no matter how good you got it. What’s the point of living if we’re all going to die anyway? I read a story about a millionaire who ended his life anyway. Money doesn’t bring happiness. I suppose it can for a brief period, but happiness seems to be engineered by biology. Some people are born happier than others and that’s to no fault of your own.

Double D: Sheeeiitt. Money is energy and good money is always appreciated bro! I appreciate you Nathaniel. I guess I didn’t have to act out so aggressively to Mike. It was just the rage of me tired of being ignored. It’s all a game of time now, goes to show anything can happen when one is HANGRY! 😀 Thanks for looking out!

Nathaniel: Next time you request of a reply make sure your ROAR is not so intimating! Ha, it’s all good bro, we’re a blessing to be a blessing!

CLARITY // PUBLICISTS

CLARITY // PUBLICISTS

The following script is in connection to a series of conversations entitled ‘Riddle Me That…’ which is due to release at the beginning of 2019. 

Yellow Journalist: Miss.Claire T! Miss.Claire T! Sorry to bother you, Miss.Claire T – But, did you want to take a moment and clarify what you meant in your last interview – you offended a lot of people by your statement.

Miss.Claire T: No, I want people to take whatever they’d like to take from it. It’s not up to me to change people’s minds about my own opinions. They will form their own opinions just the same regardless if I add clarity or not.

Yellow Journalist: You do realize that you offended a lot of people by your statement? People look up to you and respect you – especially children, you don’t feel a moral obligation to give clarity, where there is a clearly a need for one?

Miss.Claire T: Listen, people will believe what they want to. I also didn’t ask to be their role model. They connected to me because a familiar thing inside of me is inside of them. I can’t possibly know how they think or what they think – I said what I said because that’s how I felt at that moment. They are more than free to disagree but that has nothing to do with me. I don’t think a microscope should be on me just because it sounded absurd. Fuck what people wanna assume – take what I say with hot sauce or Mrs.Ddash! Season as you wish!

Yellow Journalist: Would this be an apology or way for you to have people make what they want to make out of it?

Miss.Claire T: Nah – I said what I said but that was then, and this is now. I don’t even remember what I said. I don’t have a plan – I just do whatever the situation calls for. My thoughts change, but no one would even know what I meant – if technology didn’t choose to record what I said, also context is missing – when you only highlight the clickbait that reaches everybody. So, it ain’t my fault but the media’s fault at large. Blame flat-bird!

Yellow Journalist: Sounds like you are blaming everyone except yourself here.

Miss.Claire T: Well who is the victim? The children? People and their assumptions? Or me and what I said at that time?

Yellow Journalist: I just want to know if you think differently about what you said?

Miss.Claire T: I feel differently about a lot of things. I suppose I can exercise more caution and not speak so much, but I fired my publicist cuz he was an asshole and he wanted me to say things I didn’t really believe. So, who’s the asshole? Me or him?

Yellow Journalist: Ummm? I’m not sure?

Miss.Claire T: You don’t honestly think we all think for ourselves, do you? You got to hire a team to do all that thinking. Until they start speaking for you, that’s when it can get out of hand, I chose to fire him and now I’m getting press just for speaking my own mind, ain’t that some shit? I suppose – I can offer a weak ass apology so that people go back to thinking how insincere I am for actually clarifying “It’s obviously NOT a one size fits all”. If you want me to tell you what you want to hear Mr.Yellow Journalist, you could have instead asked me “What do you wish to say to those who are offended / who would benefit from an apology that sounds sincere enough to them?”

To those people I wish to say:

I am so sorry if my words have offended you. I hope you know it’s not my intention to speak on things I know very little about. I recognize that children are so impressionable – people like myself must always respect and consider what we say. My words can easily be taken out of context and even though I really mean what I say, I don’t mean for you to be hurt. I wish for the world, clarity and above else understanding, so that people may have swaying views different from you and no one gives a damn. Life keeps going on! Seeing things differently doesn’t mean anyone is against you. And if they are, so what!? A disagreement breeds variation of perspective. Unless those disagreements and ideas are rooted in your disadvantage. I hope you can see how clarity makes a hell of a difference!

Yellow Journalist: Thank you for clarifying Miss Claire T!

Miss Claire T: Well, that’s my name which is the way of the game, ya dig?!

LINK // ERROR

LINK // ERROR

The following script is in connection to a series of conversations entitled ‘Riddle Me That…’ which is due to release at the beginning of 2019. 

Inward: Yo, Zoomy!

Zoomy: Yes – Inward?

Inward: Did you get that link I sent you about the changes about to happen on the Internet?

Zoomy: I didn’t notice you sent me anything, when and where did you send it to me?

Inward: About a week ago – I sent it through flatbird.

Zoomy: Nah, I deleted flat bird on my phone – I prefer shookie instead! What was the link about?

Inward: It was a long article, but it really broke down the immediate changes that the Internet will face. The surveillance will expand. “They” will have more access to what you like and monitor what you don’t click. It’s very serious stuff and the article explained how we can’t do much about it. It’s a fascinating read!

Zoomy: I’d love to read that! If you can send it to my email, that would be better! I read my emails often. You know I’m old school! Social media is a drag and I get so many links from various people – I don’t always get time to read it all. I miss NewsPapers where you can read all the local and international news in one good setting. I love the idea of actually turning the page.

Inward: The Newspaper is a fun and classic way of knowing information, but you got to wait longer for it. Plus too much paper can be bad for the environment. I’m glad we can send things instantly inside of a matrix. The future is wireless, yo! I prefer links because of how they are in real time. I like to speed read on the go!

Zoomy: That’s cool but I prefer taking my time to read. I miss the days when you got a new record and you could just pop it on your stereo and sit down to listen to it in one sitting. It created an experience that made you pay more attention to the details. The same goes for reading, I don’t mind reading sometimes on the go but most of the time – people don’t click the full articles. They extrapolate as much as possible form one single headline. “Wife finds man cheating on her with his assistant” You’d think that would tell you all you need to know but if you click the article, you’d find a deeper meaning with the context that a headline just can’t offer. People just see the man cheated and goes throughout their day knowing yet again, men are trash – etc. It’s not the coolest way to learn information. A headline isn’t an article, but people just read it anyway. Everyone is sending links to each other and just want them to read it and respond. But most people don’t even keep up with it because something new happens every day.

Inward: Well, after all of that, I’m not sure if I’ll ever send you anything *laughs jokingly*

Zoomy: Feel free to send me anything you find useful. I prefer a good laugh and something informative though. I could care less about XYZ getting surgery or whom they decide to marry or sensational stories of celebrities. It’s fun to talk about in passing but that’s about it.

Inward: I find celebrities fascinating. I think they are the new gods of the modern time. We look up them. We believe in them. We hold them accountable.

Zoomy: I wish more people hold them accountable but usually people let them get away with anything when their PR teams offer a half-ass apology. Regardless, I could care less about their efforts in this life unless they are contributing to the advancement of society by offering their wealth as a loop for those who need it most.

Inward: Whether you care enough or not they hold so much power and being interested in some of their leisure activities don’t harm anyone.

Zoomy: It doesn’t benefit anyone really either. You only care as much as you want to.

Inward: Touché! But I met you through the internet and that link was as random as the article I sent you on Flatbird! So I’m gonna have to get shookie and send it to you!

Zoomy:Cool!

0.X27 – Projected Animation

0.X27 – Projected Animation

Programmed Animations are tricked by prolonged observance. Pixels are dilated through shifted numerous additions. What you see in front of you, may require close attention to the curve and exogenous details.

(Projection)

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The last note is present as soon as the first note is registered. The sound is already established but like lightning, what you see is whats first visualized onto the canvas.

Life is more when there’s a written memory of it being recalled. Details get lost in the space and by the time you catch up, there are only the shadows. When hidden in the darkness, the light becomes a threat. You’re only comforted by what you can tolerate. If you refuse the taste, the food is better not being served from the start. Lines and lines again, I’m listening to Duke by taking The A Train and Rocking in Rhythm!

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Memories recall in strange places almost as foreign is my reaction to them. For all that I’m consuming – I steadily wish to create. I am a broken shell longing to be repaired or broken up some more of the grind. It’s not that bad but how can one swim in an ocean of brokenness? There is no attempt to be whole when my being is fragmented on the oceans of what was said to hurt me.

Life is spinning and so I’m reminded that the end is not yet? I felt locked up before now I’m suddenly free. But to what end shall I meet? Must I face the music and own up to the reality? Perhaps, I should speak in fragments and isolated attempts, maybe that’ll prepare me for looking at the beast!

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The beast has become my friend although once a stranger. I invited its greeting into my life. One wing at a time, one potato fry at a time. My body fat will reduce as to expose my abs – but then what? Appeal? We have to switch the light bulb with precision, as to not stumble anymore in darkness.

What you see is supported by invisible bones. A structure is rarely given proper examination because gravity falls victim to fleeting attention spans.

Remember To…

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Brand New Trash Can

Brand New Trash Can

The worlds most expensive trash can run up 10,000 dollars but hey it’s made out of gold leaf stainless steel! What a catch! 😀

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Amazing! Now, look at this trash can! All of what it holds is of importance! I can’t convince you to buy it because it’s merely a trash can. It’s meant to be the storage of what you don’t want. So who cares anyway, about a brand new trash can?

What if you don’t have to touch the trash can? Some trash cans come with a lever that pops up. How convenient! But if you press too hard on some of these machinery trash cans, the lid can pop up too quickly! But at least you don’t have to touch the lid! You need only grab the handles to take the bag out!

Have you ever used a trash can, that takes out the trash for you – without you ever having to touch the bag? At the expense of this example not going too out of hand – what are you even throwing away, if you don’t want to carry the bag? Is it even worth the investment to buy one of these expensive trash cans? What if you were offered a trash with various buttons and surprises?! Would you be willing to accept the offer and at what cost?

Sometimes when sharing sensitive data you should preface it with a warning. In fact, if there’s not a warning at all – you can’t be surprised when it spills on the floor. When the word gets out on the internet there’s no coming back. *Screenshot, Crop, Repeat! * You can also renew and make your own with a new version that can’t be traced to the original source. That’s the beauty and danger of the internet.

Anything goes and can be uploaded again or reconfigured without your direct control. This is a free space and feeling that brings joy but also misery to those who wish to wield power over their creations. You ain’t got power although limited through various media hosting sites.

Trying to stop the internet is like trying to stop the snow. (I see you popping around the corner Mpls! :D) It keeps on falling and can provide any range of resources. From ‘Sooo cold you can’t talk outside to having nice weather even with the snow. The Brand New Trash Can is an indication of new and old information – also the midterm elections in the U.S have encouraged everyone to sell their brand new trash cans! Headlines, advertisements, everybody wants you to spend your money and buy into a story! It’s the game of life – Some channels are worth seeing while others aren’t.

Somebody will buy it, the numbers don’t lie but neither does the trash! Everybody should know when it’s time to take it out – the nose never warns you much like a surprise of another brand new trash can!

Cranberry Blues

Cranberry Blues

“Whose ready to have glacier and stone cold water to travel down to your esophagus?!”

NOT ME.

Whenever you can finally drink a glass of water, think about how different it might taste if it was surrounded by ice. Ice cold water can be refreshing or it can be a rude reminder that sometimes, being too cold makes you an asshole. Ice in water also plays a significant role in disguising bad water. So, why not be room temperature or something that tastes refreshing or even something that’s lightly chilled?

In the same way – hot foods can be incredibly inconvenient when hungry. Picture it: You order food at a restaurant but you came to the restaurant extremely hungry. So you’re talking shit with your friend and learning about their day and you’re sharing yours – *but you can’t seem to stop thinking about what you ordered.* The fine expectation that there is also a dessert to be eaten. Until Bam! – Your food finally arrives but only flaming hot!

You want to eat it but you rather wait till its cooled down as to not burn your tongue. That’s when you remember: ice cold water doesn’t help any when you’re hungry, you still have to wait. So many people come to the same place you attended! To make matters more complicated – you ordered at happy hour!

You see; from the perspective of the shoe, you don’t know what it’s like stepping into all kinds of shit – with your bare feet. From the perspective of the hand, you don’t want to know what it’s like picking up what the shoe contacted. From the perspective of the glove – it’s worse than what anybody can conjure up!

All of this to say, lately, I had a bad case of Cranberry Blues!

I got a bad case of cranberry blues. It’s hot. It’s the kind of machine that makes one lust aimlessly. Don’t care who’s in my way – I got to unlock the satisfaction. I turned the key and the ignition is burning oil. I’m getting somewhere even though I’m near empty. My hands are shaking. I can’t keep the steering wheel center. I’m about to ready curve to the side of the road.

There’s a house down yonder with a sign that reads: “come”. I can’t be the only one thirsty when the invitation is plastered on the street signs. I walked in and noticed a jug of ice water sitting on the table. Just before I could pour me a glass, a lady in a blue dress asked me how I was paying? I told her:”usually water is free but I suppose this time, she could put it on my tab.” She inquired my name, address, and place of work – for she had never seen me come into the establishment before.

I told her never mind who I am, that she should trust – that an honest man always pays his debts. I turned back around to grab the glass but it nearly fell off the edge. I managed to catch it before it fell. She smiled at me and told me to wait there. Before I knew it she came back in a cranberry dress and now I got a bad case of cranberry blues!

Some Smiles

Some Smiles

‪Some smiles light a fire that you didn’t know you had burning inside ‬

Those flames come to pull you from a place you can no longer hide

The moment you come out to play – your spirit is already burned to ash

You weren’t paying attention to the road so you’ve inevitably invited a crash

If only you had purchased insurance to save you from this costly dread

When looking for the needle you brushed up against the soft thread

No worries about the glass that has just fallen onto the tile floor

For lightning travels faster than sound – the burst of surprise always evens the score

For whatever you want to do – you can arise out of the swampy gloom

Or you can stay in the dark corners and explore the haunted tomb

But when prismatic radiance walks up the stairs, to decorate a room loaded with white paint

Think not of the colors that will remain or those that will taint

For the smile of your light guides me into places unbeknownst to me

Now the twinkle in your eyes has flourished my withering tree

Forever I see, the reasons that smiles have come to be!

Dedicated to all of those near and far who have recently given me another reason to smile. Some smiles travel miles in illuminating styles 🙂

Termination // Preparation

Termination // Preparation

*The following script, is in connection to a series of conversations entitled ‘Riddle Me That…” which is due for release at the beginning of 2019.

Parpar: This is going to be an astronomical disaster I say we cancel it before it gets out of hand.

Terminus: But we’ve already invested so much in the lighting, props, ice, food and making sure everything is as you wanted it.

Parpar: Did you hear what I just said? Cancel the whole thing. Terminate the entire process. Put it to an end.

Terminus: Ok, I’ll order a cancel, but you do realize this may cost you way more than you might be able to afford.

Parpar: Wait now. How much we talking?

Terminus: Well seeing as we’ve already maximized our budget and the guests have already been notified, the event is already booked. The costs would be at least triple to reimburse every party involved.

Parpar: Let me get this correct, you planned according to the implication that all would go according to plan? You did not leave room for a clause of termination? Sounds like to me, I hired the wrong business to handle my affairs cuz shit happens.

Terminus: Yes, but if you read the contract you’d see clearly where terminations are validated up until 72 hours before the event. If you told me this 2 days ago, we’d have no problems processing this at no expense to yourself or of our partners. At any rate, we can still do this, but you’d have to pay 3 times as much.

Parpar: I guess we can keep it going but if my guests are disappointed then it would reflect your business dealings rather than mine since your name is plastered on all the banners and props. They won’t look to me to blame; my name is nowhere to be found in any of the setups.

Terminus: So, we are to blame for your unorganized mess?

Parpar: Who said this would be unorganized? My mess follows a structured chaos. It won’t appear out of nowhere. One thing will lead into another – like a gradual ascension into calamity. Once the ice melts on the dance floor, people will start slipping and so forth, it’ll be a specific course of a shit storm.

Terminus: You plan on things being that bad? How do you even know it’ll be that bad? What evidence supports this flow of your madness?

Parpar: Well, maybe if you asked me – WHY I wanted to terminate this whole process we could already establish what can be done to prevent my worry? Instead, you reminded me to follow the madness wherever it goes. So never mind the cancel or the triple fee I’d have to pay. I’ll just let it follow the sequence of events and if people end up hurt and disappointed – it won’t say nothing on me.

Terminus: You aren’t seeing how you are the orchestrator of all this mess? You don’t care about putting people in harm’s way? What do you stand to benefit? To be the mad scientist behind the destruction of all your guest’s experiences? I suppose we can cut the cancellation fee out of the picture altogether.

Parpar: See, even your company is interested in preserving your future businesses. We can all eat our cake and ice cream if it means us not looking bad. It was a pleasure doing business with you!

TERMINATION – PREPARATION // TERMINUS – PARPAR

Asleep // Alarm

Asleep // Alarm

*The following script, is in connection to a series of conversations entitled ‘Riddle Me That…” which is due for release at the beginning of 2019.

Jagrati: WAKE UP!

Gramercy: Wait, for what? It’s only 7:00! I got a couple more zzz’s.

Jagrati: There’s a lot to do! Best start early – if you get up now, you won’t have to regret it later! Now Get up! The clock is ticking!

Gramercy: That’s just the thing tho. I didn’t set this alarm and my sleep time is set differently. I don’t respond by such algorithms and determinations. My body is still snuggled between the sheets and my brain is powered in a REM state, so I’ll keep on
resting.

Jagrati: How long shall you snooze me to your heart’s content? Will you ever be ready to face the sound or only when you decide to designate time?

Gramercy: *Clicks to snooze button*

Jagrati: *fades into slowly while progressively getting louDER!!!* Wake up! I’m the reminder of the time! I don’t aim to be embraced- just acknowledged.

Gramercy: Alright, now is the time. I’m ready but first I must get dressed for the day.

Jagrati: Therefore, you should set me early, so you have all proper time to get all your essentials done and out of the way with! By the time you finish eating your breakfast, beating your meat, and checking your phone – about an hour and a half has already passed! You only get so much time to handle your business. Start by following a specific pattern and be a disciple of this set discipline. You won’t regret it!

Gramercy: Then I’ll be like a robot always doing the same shit repeatedly.

Jagrati: Your entire species is built on the same ridiculous concept of existence. IT IS WHAT IT IS.

Gramercy: What about sleep? Don’t I deserve sleep?

Jagrati: Yes but no more than others do. You sleep too much which may be an indication of depression which is a very serious medical condition. You may not be depressed. You may just enjoy it very much because you dream every night. If the dream is more convincing than waking life – you are likely depressed.

Gramercy: So, because I love going to sleep and not waking up to you – I’m clinically depressed?

Jagrati: I said you may be depressed – I’m not saying you are. Seeing as you wake up late and snooze alarms whenever you see fit. I don’t see why you even bother to wake up whenever and ditch the idea of putting me on in the first place?

Gramercy: You’re right. I should just sleep and wake up whenever I feel like it. I don’t suppose setting the time makes a slight difference if I’m going to do what I want to do. *laughs inwardly*

Jagrati: Exactly, although you do realize that humans must have some sort of structure and order to their day otherwise everybody will be late. Which is why setting me up and abiding by my rule is better for everyone involved. After all, don’t you have something to do?

Gramercy: We all have something to do, I’m just not necessarily punctual about getting work done at a specific time. I have just accepted that I’m later to most things lol

Jagrati: You can simply blame it on the ailments of life, a schedule glitch, or the dreams that make you wanna sleep forever, it matters none. I’m here to help you get back on pace.

Gramercy: I’ll stay on sleeping, I’m tired of waking up all the time. Do you realize how paralyzing existence can be? All the bullshit and bills. It never stops and even if I wake up early to get my day started according to the system – the bullshit and bills will be waiting for me with open arms! I ain’t got the time for the dialogue. My sleep is my monologue and I refuse to be bothered by the semantics of the daily grind. I’m gonna keep on sleeping until forced to arrive at the conclusion- life is more than this.

Jagrati: The average human being sleeps about 1/3 of their life. Essentially 26 years of your life is spent sleeping…then you die. There’s no coming back when you clock out. So much to do, don’t you want to engage the various levels of the day?

Gramacy: *snores, zzzz, zzz*

Jagrati: I won’t ever shut up despite your snores!!!

*Fades while simultaneously snoring and alarm beeps*

Gramacy: !!Oh Shit, it’s 5:00 o’Clock!!!