Sibilant September

Is the cigarette still burning, in your nodding hand? Do you shake yet? You will. This is a test, this is all Tuskegee, all Alabama, and you always did want to fly. Say: We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep. Because they always misquote the bard. I used to dream of driving over the cliff before I even drove, so now I backseat drive incessantly, and need a sleep mask to maintain my blood pressure when being chauffeured.