by the nth hour i was convinced, sitting in a deep set chair, I had become one of the triptychs. the self portrait of francis bacon, the most terrifying one. even his furniture terrifies me. this surfaced between the hours of cd burnin and book readin. songs like "rockin robin" came to and fro. old and meaningless jingles -- well actually just one -- who's got short shorts!, lightened up the images slightly. I wrote a whole page, wanna turn it into two, if i could only get to sleep......