| | | | | | Friday, February 11, 2005 |
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| | yeah... so when I said I couldn't sleep like... monday... I was serious, I spend like two hours sitting in bed and thinking, about stuff (like what a silly man the pope must be, and whether or not I got to hell for thinking that, and whether or not there is a hell, and if there is, do I still go to it if I don't believe in it... and how much I like dancing, and if you roll the peas with a cat... will it's tongue rip yours to shreds. and if that happens what do you tell the people at the emergency room?) . I've scrapped the last of the mint flavored wax off of my dental floss (new not used), and I have no more food... except soup with meat in it, tomorrow cannot come soon enough. But I keep thinking, and it doesn't stop (addicted to the shindig, talk talk he's says you're going to win big. Choose not the life of imitators). I must stop thinking in muzac too, because its annoying the fuck out of me... and people around me (especially in elevators... let me tell you I am so sick of Fly Me to the Moon). I am so exhausted today, I slept less than six hours last night, but I can't sleep right now, I keep thinking about kumquats, and if cherimoyas taste as good as they look, and why I think salt is good on Granny Smith apples (it is). And why the sea is boiling hot, and whether pigs have wings.
Yeah, alright, I am going to shift this conversation over about five feet into my bed, and sit and stare at the shadows in my room... grumble.
posted by Amber at 1:18 AM
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1 Comments:
Amber's brain must be a very exciting place to live. What with the zany papal antics, and making out with felines, and all that. I mean, I've had nights when I can't turn off my brain, but generally I've got old musicals stuck in my brain. I've never had the pope kissing a cat. I anna move into Amber's head.
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