There is a __ layer of thickness;
.a coating of caffeine.
//swim/ming in stodge; a heaviness –
Like wading through the swamps at the bottom of a giant cafetiere,
sticky in the rich – gooey mud of frustration.
The goodness is gone, t, h, e, r, e, -/ Â is only sludge.
Residue.Â
– Sept 27th, 2012
whatleydude.com 
Work?
Yes and no.
More me committing to too much with too little time – and the late-night weariness resulting in/sparking creativity is ironic, to say the least.
‘I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread’