Brain Stew
I'm having trouble trying to sleep
I'm counting sheep but running out
As time ticks by
And still I try
No rest for crosstops in my mind
On my own... here we go
My eyes feel like they're gonna bleed
Dried up and bulging out my skull
My mouth is dry
My face is numb
fucked up and spun out in my room
On my own... here we go
My mind is set on overdrive
The clock is laughing in my face
A crooked spine
My sense dulled
Passed the point of delerium
On my own... here we go
Third day running, I tried counting sheep but when I got to
1389 they just started to bleet in unison; bastards!
1389 they just started to bleet in unison; bastards!
posted by Victor @ 05:00
6 comments
6 comments
I like that song, I like that group and I like the vocalist...Billy Joeeeeee.
Have you tried going after sheep, maybe that would make you drowsy and help you sleep, hehehe.
Ay Vic...what are you doing that you can't sleep, huh? That conscience of yours. Go to confession, I'm telling you (:D).
No, seriously, drink some chamomille tea and read something boring like my blog, before going to bed.
Hope you find your sleep very soon.
Saludos from the Canadas.
Ngo: Did taht have a sexual connotation? I'm confused... :P
Raquel: Today was a little bit better, I'd try and read your blog but you where are the updates??? Cacaroooooooooooooooooooo
I insist, go with Mr. Baba :P
I hope you can sleep now!
Regards!
Lalo.
Duuuude,
I got some ideas why you cant sleep.
3) Trying to figure out Mr. Baba magical mystery powers...
2) Making statistical inferences on the sheep that you are counting
1) Remember that poor handicapped kid's face that you beat the other day.
P.s. Fuck you, jay and silent bob...
Betus:
3) It's pointless tryin' to figure out, just believe.
2) Yeah, the distribution of those sheep suffers from strong kurtosis, it must be all that wool.
1) You're right, the kid was really upset but, I mean, c'mon you can't go and play squash and expect the other guy NOT to keep pulling your crutches can you?
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