Tuluvalhulu

This morning I woke up with a whiny Mando Diao song in my ears
I should’ve read the signs and stayed in bed
As if that were not enough it was sticky as fuck
Accompanied me until it got replaced by the word “Tuluvalhulu” what ever the fuck that is.
I felt the whole day as if I had carried a brick in my neck.
A posture like a Banana
And the demeanor of someone who is on the brink of jumping of a very high bridge.
With iron chains wrapped around his feet
Pale like a boiled egg
Numb like a dead chicken
Walking like a zombie without any signs of orientation
let alone motivation
All senses covered in fog
A slight pressure behind my eyes
and cheeping in my ears
Needless to say that I had forgotten to brush my teeth

Straight to bed my friend.