Lie To Me So I May Sleep
I had a restless night. It ended with me cooking at 1:30 in the morning and asking Mr Eightball a question; the question. I’m sure I’ve asked him before but I can never remember the answer, a simple case of subjective amnesia.
Well I took that old Eightball, a relic of the epoch of Kmart, and gave it a shake; asking my many folded question. And it came back that it was unlikely. I asked again: unlikely. Third time lucky and it said yes. I put it back on the shelf and finally found the embrace of Morpheus.
Well I took that old Eightball, a relic of the epoch of Kmart, and gave it a shake; asking my many folded question. And it came back that it was unlikely. I asked again: unlikely. Third time lucky and it said yes. I put it back on the shelf and finally found the embrace of Morpheus.