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not sleeping well so i decided to switch. switcharoo. switerarooaroo. i sleep in the day and wake up in time for supper. then i fall asleep after breakfast. daddy says its crazy and that hes going to take away my triangle cause it makes him crazy when i practice it in the night. but i cant practice in the day cause thats when i sleep. mommy says she likes it when i sleep all day because it costs less to take care of me now and that since mommy and daddy are home while im awake even though theyre sleeping its not negligents. cause theyre at home. i dont know the negligents rules. i just no that im awake and everyone else is asleep. i eat cereal. play the triangle. draw on the wall. draw on the wall. draw on the wall. eat more cereal. go outside and swim in the dark and eat tangerines from the trees. come inside. poke daddy and hide. poke daddy, hide. play the triangle in the clothes hamper cause its nicer in there. play the triangle in the bathtub cause its even nicer there. play it under the sink. play it standing on the couch. under the bed. outside the window. play it standing on one foot. play it with my foot.

mommy says my toes are more like fingers than they should be. that i am missing a link. i dont no. i write better with my toes than my fingers. see? this is with my fingers. This is with my magnificent toes, you will observe. the only difference to me is that i get yelled at when they see me type with my toes. that it makes the keyboard smell bad. i like the way it makes the keyboard smell.

this is a poem called night triangle.

night triangle
triangle in the night
ringing to the moon
ringing to the stars
ringing to my heart
i am music in a bathtub
i am music in the hamper
the clothes sing with me
to me
in me
through me
what are you saying that you want to taste the windowsill get away from the window stop waking me up
sing
ring
ding
wake up wake up wake up
look at landy and smell his toes
taste his catsup and be nice
what
do you think
it tastes like?

blandy

all week, daddy has called me blandy. then he laughs. idont know what it means but idont like it when he laughs that way at me. usually he does that when i say something he didnt understand. its okay. thats daddy 4 u.

last night mommy asked me which its better to be, stupid or ugly. or which would i rather be. and i said probably both. she said she thought so. but i was only joking. but she didnt get my joke. she just nodded and i think she was crying. a lot of crying these days. tears all around the clock. the crying weeping clock.

if time had eyes
they would never be dry