THOUGHTS TODAY...
...don't like the feeling of having "to get some sleep"...when I'm tired, that's when I want to go to bed...and sometimes it takes some effort: walking up and down the stairs, cooking a meal or two or writing some shit here and there...
...the problem is...I don't mind sleeping...but dreaming tends to annoy me...it seems like a rotten waste of my recycle time...
...wish a dream was how it felt when I have to get up and I don't want to crawl out of bed. But those visions I have while tucked beneath the sheets unconscious: they scare me off my ass...
...and my dreams seem so useless these days...they're like threaded mirrors of the corporate nigtmare sized buildings I've walked into these days...getting lost...asking a well-dressed man where is room X and receiving some snake-grin smile from Mr. Wallet...
...my dreams are like grey lines...a heavy pulse of graphs on steroids and lots of 'v's and squigglies: numb patients fixing to die, ER rooms filled with pamphlets about infectious diseases, white rooms covered with corporate slogans, an allergy to the medicine warning, the mail-man getting amputed for sending the wrong piece of news, white vomit: oat-meal flavored, another George W. Bush "to claim victory."
Just wish that I didn't have to be unconscious to perceive the latest threat. When I go to bed at night..I want to escape reality and avoid becoming a part of the current nightmare that I live.
...don't like the feeling of having "to get some sleep"...when I'm tired, that's when I want to go to bed...and sometimes it takes some effort: walking up and down the stairs, cooking a meal or two or writing some shit here and there...
...the problem is...I don't mind sleeping...but dreaming tends to annoy me...it seems like a rotten waste of my recycle time...
...wish a dream was how it felt when I have to get up and I don't want to crawl out of bed. But those visions I have while tucked beneath the sheets unconscious: they scare me off my ass...
...and my dreams seem so useless these days...they're like threaded mirrors of the corporate nigtmare sized buildings I've walked into these days...getting lost...asking a well-dressed man where is room X and receiving some snake-grin smile from Mr. Wallet...
...my dreams are like grey lines...a heavy pulse of graphs on steroids and lots of 'v's and squigglies: numb patients fixing to die, ER rooms filled with pamphlets about infectious diseases, white rooms covered with corporate slogans, an allergy to the medicine warning, the mail-man getting amputed for sending the wrong piece of news, white vomit: oat-meal flavored, another George W. Bush "to claim victory."
Just wish that I didn't have to be unconscious to perceive the latest threat. When I go to bed at night..I want to escape reality and avoid becoming a part of the current nightmare that I live.