The clock says 12:00. I say it's time for another coke. You can't party without caffeine. It's just begun. The time slowly stops, as the minute hand becomes a pistol, aimed at the first insomiac in sight...me.
Shots ring out as I run 'cross the room like a frantic mokey missing a few fingers. A single brass projectile grazes my head, and hits a fire extinguisher on the wall. Great, now there's white shit everwhere.
As the dust (and the flame-retardant chemicals) clear, I see the bullet-holes all around me, and I think, it's time for a coke.
ok, it was a lil funny. but the meaning is kind of hard to find. but i think i have an idea, is it about how some one is so numb that they just go on trying to do things as if nothing is wrong. that was probably way off, but worth a try. nice write even for being tired.