Hour 69

Dec 04, 2005 04:50

i have been up for 69 hours straight now (as far as i can remember, (lack of sleep plays on the short term memory, and you all know wot mine's ike at the best of times.)
this not sleeping lark is getting bad, i keep getting so paranoid, i was scratching my balls and thought i felt a lump. 2 hairs came floating past my eyes when i scratched my head, and i am adament i am going bald, i sort of lost my appetite atm, so i must have aids, i'm pissing like a good-en, so i must have diabetes aswell. this might all sound stupid but at the time i think its must be the case, lol! so FUCK OFF MR CUDDLES (read jilly's lj)

well last night, at about 4, i started sorting out floppy discs and came across a short poem i wrote in yr 10 (i worked it out by original date of creation), this was when i realised how homophobic certain areas of society were. it is also one of the only things i have produced that you'll ever read, so you wont have to put up with any more crap, lol. (dont trash it too much, remember, i did do it when i was 15);

He’s shown to the city,
What’s this sinner done?
No-one shows any pity,
For they know he is the one.
Pulled by his aching limbs,
Does anybody care?
The law enforcers arrested him,
For the colour of his hair.

She’s dragged along the floor
What’s this sinner done?
The public all ignore,
For they know she is the one.
They teach the children evil,
Don’t listen to the lies!
Subjected to the legal drivel,
For the colour of her eyes.
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