The dullness of a computer screen against a hard, black room. It is enough to keep me awake, but not to keep me awake. I need something more substantial and darker, something with more teeth and more flowers. Sitting here in nothing but a g-string and my words, they are the ones that count (but not quite enough to sustain). Teach me how to bury my toes in the grass, bring me something not shiny but new. Bring me something I can chew on. Sweep me up, I dare you.