I didn't rest well last night, tossed and turned, plagued by images and impluses of my subconsious. Every sound was deafening.
Laying there, staring at the dark ceiling, similiar to being locked in a bathroom on too much acid, makes you a bit introspective. I realized a few things, none which I feel I could properly articulate except for the superfical - i.e. why I will never be a wealthy person (its impossible for me to hold on to money, it burns forrest fires in my pocket, spontaneously combusts the moment I cash the check).
As for the rest of it, well, it was probably fleeting anyway, like most of those funny little electrical impluses our brains shoot out that we call thoughts and feelings.
Laying there, staring at the dark ceiling, similiar to being locked in a bathroom on too much acid, makes you a bit introspective. I realized a few things, none which I feel I could properly articulate except for the superfical - i.e. why I will never be a wealthy person (its impossible for me to hold on to money, it burns forrest fires in my pocket, spontaneously combusts the moment I cash the check).
As for the rest of it, well, it was probably fleeting anyway, like most of those funny little electrical impluses our brains shoot out that we call thoughts and feelings.
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Speaking of which - Have you been contacted by Big Brother about this group I'm trying to start? If so I trust that you gave it your blessing.