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Sleep Deprivation


I pulled my first all-nighter in ages

and it made me feel worse than dead

but now that I’ve slept since

I realized I wasted a perfectly good opportunity

to push myself to the brink in art

I like doing that even though it’s unhealthy

I’ve heard that’s what Salvador Dali did

he’d keep himself awake

by holding onto keys so when they dropped he’d awaken

and then he’d paint the things he saw

and although my perspective is less dramatic

the thing I intend on doing

is getting past the point where I care if I seem crazy

and that’s ableist and awful

I know that

but I can’t help but feel that’s when I get my best junk out

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