swigging down a Monster drink, the house is still caffeinated fingers tap on keys. Nothing is a lot to express. It is all chemical. Wiggly legs hold back a drip. A square slow methodical clock tock tock tock rides the whirring of the computer fans heat whooshing from the floor registers. Copper has a smell & turns the wrist green making a click when the links are spun. An 8 track on the fireplace bricks boomed Bad Company at five in the empty living room. Like this writing, time to dribble.