Things that Fly!

Voids

I'm listening to a cover of Personal Jesus by Johnny Cash (original by Depeche Mode). I watched the presidential debate tonight. Reality TV. I flipped though channels for hours until my finger slipped and hit the off button, probably for the best. I don't watchTV.

I have this headache that kind of feels like two bars pressed against the back of my head and neck. I don't sleepwell, even with my new bed and my new blinds. I have strange dreams. I heard once about this guy who couldn't fall asleep. It wasn't insomnia or anything, I think he had a tumor in his brain or something that stopped him from slipping into unconsciousness. Anyways he actually died from not sleeping...after being awake for 29 days. I sometimes feel on the same path, what is it I ly down with at night that tears at me. Fuck the world for this pharmacological nightmare of a chemical imbalance probably caused by the wax they use to shine my apples...Should I stop eating apples?...Should I stop eating period?

I think I'm worried my virginity is growing back, and that each night is a verification that I am one more day closer to dying loveless and shagless, at least seriously undershagged, and not in the groovy way. I should delete this but I'm gunna publish it out of shear spontaneity and the hope that some gorgeous cyber vixen (but totally normal) will read this as a plea for help and break through my window as I lay awake in my bed (new queen size sertapedic) and selflessly bounce me to sleep. Again I should delete this but nobody reads this blog anyway or even knows me.

posted by Rob and Lauren @ 2:44 AM