That time of the day

when i'm doggone tired, but need to be on a primal hunting prowl in the kitchen, grunting while peering in mock horror inside the fridge, where lunchmeat looks like skin graphs taken off 2 month old corpses, or those revolting pizza pops, then when miraculously fed i stretch out and dream those dreams where Stephen Colbert is interviewing the world's top kindle user, and i put him and his band and the audience both there and at home into a deep trance, as i then chant kabbalistic magic phrases into their worm infested ears, the skyscrapers melt from that day on, and not a single human on earth is mobile, but locked into the kookoo kunda stucky till the pale rider on the white horse bringing disease and famine accidentally knocks 'em out of it and then they scream a bloodcurdling welp into the barren land and sky, while freaky anorexic clowns on stilts howl a new language in a war of the worlds sort of fiasco. Then i wake up to make coffee. Y'see i have it all planned out.