Don't try to be clever when not knowing what to write. Don't try to rhyme or work within the syllables. Especially if coming down from a heavy weekender. Everything becomes secular. Each tiny magnificence surrounding becomes insignificant. The only thing important is to fall into film. Head first. Body is the enemy anyway. So dive down crown turned to comforted pillow and bask in the hollow. Bask in the utter incompleteness, Resting sleepless, under covers of daylight. Body wants food. Eat food. Snooze. more food. More food. Hunger isn't even a problem. But it becomes one as the hangover begs and pleads for more grease. Phone off. Or at least far away. No that's too far. Check messages. Of course no-one has texted in the last 60 seconds. Throw phone to other side of room. But it's still on. It will have to be picked up at some point. Spend next 2 hours arguing with self to get up and retrieve it. The belly calls the shots, pizza it says, pizza. phone retrieved. Pizza ordered. Back to writing, nope. don't try and be significant. Not today. Thinking through lines hurts eyes and head so instead phone firmly OFF. Smile, cuddle down, snuggle in. film suddenly becomes interesting. 20 minutes daze past, brain frantically sifting through important and unimportant information. But then. One thought creeps in. Shit. Phones off. How will the pizza get delivered.?
Fuck.
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