_Quite simply put, sleep-deprived at 3am is the best time to write poetry. The masterpiece below is proof:_
**Sauce**
July thick now
June fry cow
Saturday cheese
Sunday is bees
Road wet block
Toad eat rock
Blanket done sock
Wood pine...
_This is a non-anthro sci-fi dystopian story about an alternate reality and the memories of the people in that time. Please read and enjoy, and let me know what you think_.
**Paper**
I strolled slowly along one of the small side streets of...