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its so very surreal and almost unnatural to be walking home in the morning light while the rest of the world is waking up. I feel myself with each step a single moment closer towards physical and mental collapse. Melinda was telling me tonight how my star sign doesn't bode well with the sun. I could have told her to fuck off with that astrological shite, but likewise, it doesn't change the fact that my body never feels as alive and alert as during the night time. Now, with the sunlight basking everything in this eerie morning glow, my body is giving me one command over and over again...
Rest, Sleep, Rest, Sleep
I try to ignore it as I trudge my way back towards the bus stop, praying that the trains will be running by the time I make it to Tottenham Court Road, and proceed the second half of my journey in half the time.
Rest, Sleep, Rest, Sleep
Now, being burnt twice, I strongly reconsider agreeing to any future events that Rose offers me. Not that the drag party was bad, despite not being in proper attire myself, I had pleanty of fun climbing up the roof and jumping from rooftop to rooftop of the apartments pretending to be spiderman. Which upon further reflection, was actually considerably dangerous, but some impulses are meant to be explored right or not at all. Non of the events at the drag party scared me or made me uncomfortable, it was simply the nature of WHY I came to that party that made me feel burned by the end of it.
Rest, Sleep, Rest, Sleep
Three days and nights of big, busy shows. Lots of work, lots of stress, lots of mental exhaustion. Very little sleep. Had my chance after the show tonight, but instead went to the party. Now my mind wants to visualize bob dylan and jim morison arguing religion with jesus. Meanwhile the wino across the street is apparently bored talking to the fence and hedges and wants to have an argument with me...or atleast it is what it sounds like. I keep walking and subconciously ball up my hands into fists, and once i notice myself doing so, I have to speak some sense to myself. Sure I could take this guy down, but its also 6 am on a sunday, I really have no excuse for beating up this guy, right here right now to give to the police when they show up...but I COULD make my way down two or three blocks with skilled evasive maneuvers
Rest, Sleep, Rest, Sleep
Oh yeah, I forgot about that. I'm drained of all my energy. If I crack this guy now, I will probably pass out next to him and it will be a matter of who wakes up first to find out who will be the bitch in our shared jail cell. Dammit wino, you win this round. I like all the other citizens will casually ignore you, walk around you and confirm your schisophrenic dillusions that you are not real, that you do not exist. All of your hopes dreams and fantasies are as figmental as your so called real life
...shit....does that go for me too?
Birds usually are the signal that gets people up. For me, it puts me to sleep. But i'm talking about those real chirping birds. Not these rats with wings that will eat each other if given the chance. I want to create a mass genocide of pigeons, but someone will inevitably protest.
Rest, Sleep, Rest, Sleep
Ok, you win this round...but only............ for a few....................................minutessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
Rest, Sleep, Rest, Sleep
I try to ignore it as I trudge my way back towards the bus stop, praying that the trains will be running by the time I make it to Tottenham Court Road, and proceed the second half of my journey in half the time.
Rest, Sleep, Rest, Sleep
Now, being burnt twice, I strongly reconsider agreeing to any future events that Rose offers me. Not that the drag party was bad, despite not being in proper attire myself, I had pleanty of fun climbing up the roof and jumping from rooftop to rooftop of the apartments pretending to be spiderman. Which upon further reflection, was actually considerably dangerous, but some impulses are meant to be explored right or not at all. Non of the events at the drag party scared me or made me uncomfortable, it was simply the nature of WHY I came to that party that made me feel burned by the end of it.
Rest, Sleep, Rest, Sleep
Three days and nights of big, busy shows. Lots of work, lots of stress, lots of mental exhaustion. Very little sleep. Had my chance after the show tonight, but instead went to the party. Now my mind wants to visualize bob dylan and jim morison arguing religion with jesus. Meanwhile the wino across the street is apparently bored talking to the fence and hedges and wants to have an argument with me...or atleast it is what it sounds like. I keep walking and subconciously ball up my hands into fists, and once i notice myself doing so, I have to speak some sense to myself. Sure I could take this guy down, but its also 6 am on a sunday, I really have no excuse for beating up this guy, right here right now to give to the police when they show up...but I COULD make my way down two or three blocks with skilled evasive maneuvers
Rest, Sleep, Rest, Sleep
Oh yeah, I forgot about that. I'm drained of all my energy. If I crack this guy now, I will probably pass out next to him and it will be a matter of who wakes up first to find out who will be the bitch in our shared jail cell. Dammit wino, you win this round. I like all the other citizens will casually ignore you, walk around you and confirm your schisophrenic dillusions that you are not real, that you do not exist. All of your hopes dreams and fantasies are as figmental as your so called real life
...shit....does that go for me too?
Birds usually are the signal that gets people up. For me, it puts me to sleep. But i'm talking about those real chirping birds. Not these rats with wings that will eat each other if given the chance. I want to create a mass genocide of pigeons, but someone will inevitably protest.
Rest, Sleep, Rest, Sleep
Ok, you win this round...but only............ for a few....................................minutessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss