> sleeping sucks
the problem with sleep is, they tend to dilute the memory and dull the razor's edge off a blog entry.
gave into the daylight when me $5-alarm clock chimmed-a-phantom 8am. rolled around me trusty bed for a good few moments (fcuked if i timed my rollin', innit? heh), mind fillingup nicely with a coupla wicked (or so i'd lurve to imagine myself to be capable of, ignorant fcuk is i) lines and blog topics, when lord morpheus clubbed me a good one and my snores filtered into the high heavens ...
opened my eyes again at 3pm, realizing perhaps even i myself am not immune from my own reverberating-snores and me head feeling the effects of the earlier ambushed-clubbing-of-thy-melon. and amidst (i lurve that word nowsadays ;p) the throbbing headache, i curse a silent whisper, for i cannot remember neither the lines from my-by-now-totally-forgotten-blogtopics, nor the faintly scented sexual fantasy dream i thought i had just abruptly awoken from ... dammit.
and here i am, putting fragmented words into a hopefully coherent string of sentences, amidst (heh) my crustied eyes and mouthful-of-dried-snores = hoping to jolt or at the very least; cajole thy shy-memory-bunnies out of their burrow ... which normally i'd just brandish a random woodenstick and thrash around the browned-leaves outside their hidey-hole, but not today .... today my head's the victim of mindless-thrashing and i go down on my knees and whisper into the burrow ... "wanna come out and play?"
am going bonkers, i am.
or maybe that my passion to
screw the memory-bunnies, am gonna go brush my mangled-teeth and
and that thy Lord Of The Links has found himself into my webbie. egads. am speechless to reply ... but reply will i, when i get food into this void-of-my-tum and another cigarette to dull the drilling in me head. heh.
