No Prompt, Just Insomnia (NaPoWriMo Day 9)
No Prompt, Just Insomnia Brain is shaking again. Loose meat electro-sludge. So stubborn. So erratic. Good luck tokenizing this mess. Jail cell culture bars pulse with radiation. Perhaps, deep fried deep blue America flavor. Yum. My hands are shaking AGAIN. And so it the moon. If you don't