No sound sleep for the unlucky vendor

...His best friend is in town. So I've been going out into the street alone. My unmutable insomnia, a favourite companion of mine, not of selection but of doing the best I can with a burdun. This burdon that keeps me awake all nights. (soft shivering splinters, forging their ways out of your suffocated mouth_of dying saliva, and baking loss) Stary nights of all nights, twinkling under the moon with ...