Bing Boom There Goes the Room

Iiiii. I.
I am writing under the influence of aaaaambien. It is a sleeping medication. Tahoe tomorrow. sunshine and mountains and lakes and stars, so many the they crowd and some crumble down getting caught under your eyelids where you'll be seeing starts for eternity an eternity of stars leave wishing scars when you cry them away, constellations on your face to trace a memory map or a floorplan for the future, which twinkles in the corner of everyones eyes, except for pregnant woman, they have twinkles in their tummies nummy tummies little worlds floating in water as the big bang circles they sleep, like monsters of the deep, a child's birth is it's mother's judgement day and father's too, what will you do with this universe? Do not be a tyrannous god and do not abandon them to doubt and complete chaos, or there will be no truth to emerge from these ashes, these floodgates, the deaf girl the deaf girl her song will soar above the rest pass the test of time and give us all our freedom to understand all these shifting patterns in the sand.
I am a maker, a thieving renovator. There will be a day where the colossal has happened and you'll sing me a song and I'll tell you a tale and we'll break down the wall, we'll wail on the wall, the cracks will look like lines of light the floodgates will open and our time of silence will end as we ascend to fulfillment of purpose, as we ride the current, look the world in the eye, laugh and laugh and laugh and
stop
the noise calms around and we are the most important in this moment this moment it the most important and
and we look out into the buzzing something-nothing
and begin.