luminous generalities of constitutional exegesis

Friday night reading of book and listening to music as foreplay
for putting head down on pillow and letting go of consciousness,
having finally (perhaps) arrived at that point where a snowstorm
in November is enough to turn down the volume on self-permissive
blackouts. 28 is the new purgative.

Partially: way to go voters.
Partially: a new shitstorm's on the prowl.
Partially: self-congratulations is a bit rich, seeing as things
got so bad b/c we slept on shit for so long.
Partially: don't ever interrupt my consciousness again - I'm going
back to sleep.