and the winner is...
I laid down in bed last night within 15 minutes of getting off work at 11pm. The last time I looked at my clock was 12:11. From that point, I and my blankets were under some sort of siege. There was a dark assailant and the navigability of our terrain was diminishing beneath his shadow. Light Pink jumped on my bed then and into my perceived world in which time was out to prevent me from waking up early. Up again then at 3:15.. back to a short slumber and then at 3:42. I hovered around the state of pseudo-consciousness, though not sleeping a wink, until 5:09, called melissa and we slept together. I really like listening to her breathe when she sleeps, and it would have soothed me into a dream had it not been for her alarm clock waking her at 5:18. I think she was annoyed that I'd called so early.
Now its 5:50 and I'm listening to starflyer 59, who, after several substandard albums, seems to have put out a good release again with this latest. Martin used to really show his skills with walls of feedbacking guitars. Those days are gone and his voice, though still a hush, doesn't sleep as well with the guitars as it used to. Outside there is no indication of whether it's 10pm or 6am. its ok, i'm not dressed and less people walk by my big window at 6am than they do at 10pm i think. maybe? Lehmann's coming out this weekend. His bummed-outedness over the loss of his daughter is crescendoing, and I haven't seen the guy since.. NOVEMBER!?!? christ. what a guy. Maybe we'll lay around and eat cactus seeds. He smokes too much grass for his own good. Grass is great for introspection - a lot of things come to their most painful clarity while stoned, but the next step is motivation to impliment that which had just recently become clear - the ironic part of maryjane is that it, after helping your mind lead itself to a clarity, sucks the initiative from the soul, thus plunging the user into the depths of cyclically redundant introspect.
I had taken about 1mg of clonazepam throughout the course of work yesterday. I had to lay down, with an iron fist, the ejection of a guest that may havae tried to rob us. I won't get into details, but I know deep down he tried, but i have no proof. He's gotta be kicked out anyway, because I can't afford this suspicion to jeopardize our establishment. The clonaz was to help me keep my nerves in tact while doing something very difficult for me. I'll see him today I'm sure. I work from 7am - 11pm today. Overtime would be nice but so would sanity. When I got home last night, I swallowed 12mg of zoplicone, which I'm certain had created such a dysphoric sleep. It felt as though it put me OUT for 3 hours, but I guess it counts on you staying out for the rest of the night. 3 hours huh. man o man.
I have so many ideas for music right now but will have to put them aside for the wknd because of Lehmann. I love the guy and its worth it, but the times which facilitate music diminish rapidly as summer approaches. I can't wait to see melissa. i really can't.. i think about it more than i breathe.
Now its 5:50 and I'm listening to starflyer 59, who, after several substandard albums, seems to have put out a good release again with this latest. Martin used to really show his skills with walls of feedbacking guitars. Those days are gone and his voice, though still a hush, doesn't sleep as well with the guitars as it used to. Outside there is no indication of whether it's 10pm or 6am. its ok, i'm not dressed and less people walk by my big window at 6am than they do at 10pm i think. maybe? Lehmann's coming out this weekend. His bummed-outedness over the loss of his daughter is crescendoing, and I haven't seen the guy since.. NOVEMBER!?!? christ. what a guy. Maybe we'll lay around and eat cactus seeds. He smokes too much grass for his own good. Grass is great for introspection - a lot of things come to their most painful clarity while stoned, but the next step is motivation to impliment that which had just recently become clear - the ironic part of maryjane is that it, after helping your mind lead itself to a clarity, sucks the initiative from the soul, thus plunging the user into the depths of cyclically redundant introspect.
I had taken about 1mg of clonazepam throughout the course of work yesterday. I had to lay down, with an iron fist, the ejection of a guest that may havae tried to rob us. I won't get into details, but I know deep down he tried, but i have no proof. He's gotta be kicked out anyway, because I can't afford this suspicion to jeopardize our establishment. The clonaz was to help me keep my nerves in tact while doing something very difficult for me. I'll see him today I'm sure. I work from 7am - 11pm today. Overtime would be nice but so would sanity. When I got home last night, I swallowed 12mg of zoplicone, which I'm certain had created such a dysphoric sleep. It felt as though it put me OUT for 3 hours, but I guess it counts on you staying out for the rest of the night. 3 hours huh. man o man.
I have so many ideas for music right now but will have to put them aside for the wknd because of Lehmann. I love the guy and its worth it, but the times which facilitate music diminish rapidly as summer approaches. I can't wait to see melissa. i really can't.. i think about it more than i breathe.