once the idea is planted in my head
it will not go away
it will swirl and fester and grow to sizes far out of my control
and worry too much
and think too much
and want desperately to talk to my best friend
wary all over, shaking
its too cold and too late for me to be thinking about this.
you know you are up too late when adult swim starts repeating its lineup
i should sleep, i know i should
but now i cant at all . . . . the idea is there and it is scary and tempting and probably wrong.
i hope its wrong . . . just so the situation will not present itself