I'm In Town On A Kansas City Shuffle.
For those of you who don't understand my topic line, watch "Lucky Number Slevin". It is, in my magnificent opinion, the shit. I highly recommend it.
Anyhoo, I've been awake now for.....ummmm.....since Wednesday morning at 10:30. I spent most of Friday in bed staring at my ceiling wondering what to name things. For example, my car is now Edna Mullins. My first tumor will be Gregory Robert Fontaine. Greg-o for short. Yes people, I know it's indicative of the fact that I need sleep, but after that many hours of consciousness it becomes imperative that these things be known, crazy perhaps but sanity be damned! Won't I be the SMUG boy when YOU all get tumors and don't know what to call it! I just realized that I drooled on my shirt. And I called Jacob to tell him I'd be late to his game, but his game isn't until tomorrow. And the issue can now be put to bed, macaroni and cheese does taste better in the morning. With Lawry's Seasoned Salt. I have actually called their 800 number (1-800-9LAWRYS) and have been assured by a very nice lady in Monrovia, CA that "turmeric" and "paprika oleoresin" are not in fact poisons.
I look back upon these actions now in a passing moment of lucidity, and I realize that this is pretty much the type of thing I did back when I was drug addict. I feel cheated. All that by the Jesus money I spent on weed, speed, blow, rock, smack, acid, and rainbow candy, when all I had to do was stay awake? Boy howdy, but I have been had! Wasn't I the meek little sheep, to be so often fleeced! It seems the budding junkies of the world need not the kaleidoscope of modern narcotics and pharmaceuticals, but to embrace the new order of Pax Imsomnium. Ave vigilo!
I must now go, hence, by my troth, I am off!
Anyhoo, I've been awake now for.....ummmm.....since Wednesday morning at 10:30. I spent most of Friday in bed staring at my ceiling wondering what to name things. For example, my car is now Edna Mullins. My first tumor will be Gregory Robert Fontaine. Greg-o for short. Yes people, I know it's indicative of the fact that I need sleep, but after that many hours of consciousness it becomes imperative that these things be known, crazy perhaps but sanity be damned! Won't I be the SMUG boy when YOU all get tumors and don't know what to call it! I just realized that I drooled on my shirt. And I called Jacob to tell him I'd be late to his game, but his game isn't until tomorrow. And the issue can now be put to bed, macaroni and cheese does taste better in the morning. With Lawry's Seasoned Salt. I have actually called their 800 number (1-800-9LAWRYS) and have been assured by a very nice lady in Monrovia, CA that "turmeric" and "paprika oleoresin" are not in fact poisons.
I look back upon these actions now in a passing moment of lucidity, and I realize that this is pretty much the type of thing I did back when I was drug addict. I feel cheated. All that by the Jesus money I spent on weed, speed, blow, rock, smack, acid, and rainbow candy, when all I had to do was stay awake? Boy howdy, but I have been had! Wasn't I the meek little sheep, to be so often fleeced! It seems the budding junkies of the world need not the kaleidoscope of modern narcotics and pharmaceuticals, but to embrace the new order of Pax Imsomnium. Ave vigilo!
I must now go, hence, by my troth, I am off!