the clock still blinks br from a recent power outage br it's eerie green blue light casting br shadows of the wrong time br in regular increments on my walls. br br sounds of apathetic people br waft from upward br filling me with sickness enough br to turn stomachs like old engines br slowly, desperately br very deliberately. br br it's times like these br when mediocrity starts to sneak up br that i'll wonder if you're br still asleep in loves wake...