it's almost 2 and i'm so tired, i haven't slept a wink. i'm so tired, my mind is on the blink. i wonder if i should get up and fix myself a drink... no, no, no. i'm so tired, i don't know what to do. yes i'm lonely, want to die. in the morning want to die, in the evening, want to die. but i am of the universe, and you know what it's worth. i'm lonely, want to die. call dr. robert (haha). day or night he'll be there, dr. robert. dr. robert, you're a new and better man, he helps you to understand, he does everything he can, dr. robert. if you're down, he'll pick you up. dr. robert. take a drink from his special cup, dr. robert.
we're keeping busy, yeah we're bleeding stones with our machinations and our palindromes. anything but hear a voice, ANYTHING but hear a voice, that says we're basically alone. today was supposed to be the day that molecules decide to change, laws of physics lose their sway, youthful indescretion is suddenly the norm with the good kids sprouting horns, and today was supposed to be not just another day. today was supposed to be not just another day. my skin is white as parchment, drier than a downtown office building.
Time is passing non-stop, and we follow it with clocks and calendars. Yet we cannot study it with a microscope or experiment with it. And it still keeps passing. We just cannot say what exactly happens when time passes.