“…By The Dismal Tarns And Pools… Where Dwell The Ghouls… By Each Spot The Most Unholy… In Each Nook Most Melancholy…” — EDGAR ALLAN POE (“Dream-Land”)

“…There The Traveler Meets Aghast…

…Sheeted Memories Of The Past…

…Shrouded Forms That Start And Sigh…

…As They Pass The Wanderer By…

…White-Robed Forms Of Friends Long Given…

…In Agony…

…To The Worms, And Heaven. …“

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“…By A Route Obscure And Lonely…

…Haunted By Ill Angels Only…

…Where An Eidolon, Named Night…

…On A Black Throne Reigns Upright…

…I Have Reached These Lands But Newly…

…From An Ultimate Dim Thule. …“

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Just A Little…

EDGAR ALLAN POE

…Before Bedtime.

I’ve Had This One In My Head Alll Daaay Loooooooong…

…So I Felt Sharing It Would Be The Most Logical Move.

Now That I Have…

…Perhaps I Shall Be Able To Sleep Tonight?

One Can Only Hope.

It’s Getting Rather Tiresome…

(Pun Totally Intended)

…Constantly Telling Other People…

“YES, I DID SLEEP LAST NIGHT.”

Especially When I Don’t Really Sleep Much At All.

I Find Others Avoid Me More-So When They Know Ahead Of Time I’ve Not Slept.

As If It Has Something To Do With How I’ll Treat Them…

…Or Come Across To Them…

…Or Just Come Across In General.

One Would Think The World Would Be VERY Used To A Bradley Whose Energy-Reserves Are CONSTANTLY On The Brink Of Fizzling-Out.

(Damned Phase-Inducers AGAIN!)

TONIGHT…

…HOWEVER…

…I’m Sincerely FEELING Like ACTUAL-SLEEP…

…Is A REALISTIC-Possibility.

So I Sure AIN’T-GONNA-KNOCK-IT.

I’m Also NOT Getting-My-Hopes-Up.

PATIENCE.

PATIENCE Is The KEY.

Sleep Comes To Us All At Some-Point.

I KNOW I’ll Sleep…

…Sometime…

…Somewhere…

…Somehow.

I WILL SLEEP.

And My Attempt At Sleep…

…Shall Begin Momentarily.

Please PLEASE Take Care, My Peeps.

Rest Well.

Dream Better.