In this hazy post-midnight hour, things have a tendency to mix. The mind's been on midnight mode for a while now...and Iris meets Ap, we converge and diverge, melt and merge and eventually condense back into our native forms, leaving behind a dusty, dried up, rather-wrung-out, thing of a girl. Its not easy, housing two or more people inside you.(Twin knows!) Yes, I'm crazy. Or very normal.

Iris vs Apu

• Anarchical Eats healthy
• Has no plan
• Studies Bio
• Does watever
• Works as off
• Works ass off when it feels right
  

• Is always happy and is up for anything.
• Moves from crisis to crisis
  

Both of us live life on the edge

The world outside is in a mad frenzy, muggers, crammers, (notice,the violence in the metaphors?) are all running amuck. Night has become day- we meet in packs, feast on junk, struggle through the night and collapse into fitful stupor at dawn. I can't wait till this is done. I write in fragments because that is how the days and the things in them go by, is it not so?