[ WP ] Write a day in the life of a person who lives in a world where no one sleeps .

Just another day in the office you know, just another day trapped between these four cubicle walls, like rats in a trap we are just like rats in a trap, and the trap is sinking. 
 
 Jim walks by the usual way and asks me how it's going I tell him `` I can see reality bleeding through the cracks in time and you are just meat hanging on a calcium frame.'' 
 
 `` Oh that's nice'' he tells me `` did you hear about Janet, killed her boyfriend, killed her kids, sad business she was a hell of a secretary.'' 
 
 `` Yes janet'' I say `` I thought maybe I ought to fuck her at one point but then I decided not to because she was n't the right skin color.'' 
 
 `` Good talk'' says jim and then he goes back upstairs to his penthouse suite office full of hookers and blow, living the good life jim is, why ca n't I live like that. 
 
 Seven thousand years later the workday ends and I weave my way through the post apocalyptic traffic and i mutter to myself that one day all these motherfuckers will be dead and I will be the last one standing. 
 
 I buy bread from the grocery store, I also buy some pickles and onions too I buy some bread from the grocery store and then I buy some bread and then I go home. 
 
 I look into the mirror, black eyes sagging underneath, black holes sinking eyeballs lower and down and I am just flesh hanging off a calcium frame. 
 
 good night
