Insomnia-induced
Life is like a box of crayons.
Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back.
I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I've got a few missing.
It's okay though, because I've got some more vibrant colors like wisteria at my disposal.
I have a bit of a problem though, in that I can usually only meet the 8-color boxes.
Does anyone else have that problem?
I mean, there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation.
So when I meet someone who's an 8-color type, I'm like, "Hey, magenta!" And they're like, "Oh, you mean purple!"
And they go off on their purple thing, and I yen for magenta.
I have met a few of these 64-color boxes; I love them with all my heart.
Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back.
I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I've got a few missing.
It's okay though, because I've got some more vibrant colors like wisteria at my disposal.
I have a bit of a problem though, in that I can usually only meet the 8-color boxes.
Does anyone else have that problem?
I mean, there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation.
So when I meet someone who's an 8-color type, I'm like, "Hey, magenta!" And they're like, "Oh, you mean purple!"
And they go off on their purple thing, and I yen for magenta.
I have met a few of these 64-color boxes; I love them with all my heart.