sleepless von.

it's late (2:06 am) and i am bored so i am going to recite the sleepless george poem from memory like i did in bed with charl and vic.

my friend george hasn't slept for five years
fatigue set in after three days then the tears dried up and the muscles in his eyelids tore.
the dreams collated and congealed into the back of his head then exploded into reality
his bed was fed up after six months and it folded away and moved in with the family down the road.

soon day became night became day became night
and he wrote a twenty thousand word thesis on sleep deprivation
ten thousand reallys and ten thousand tireds
one after the other mimicking the sheep that jumped from one side of his brain to the other
his brain became in-sync with the movements of the stars and the planets
and his heart would be once at sunrise and once as the sun set
his blood courses round him like the tides, rising and falling

he earns good money now as a statue impersonator and can be seen slouched against many london monuments
he is a slouch sell out, and he's well tired.




i'm going to largs tomorrow for a viking festival. oh yessss.

over and out, sleep tight everyone!

- vonny x