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As you moan you'll hear my laughter.
You grow old, I grow young faster.
I don't think that this makes too much sense.

Monday, November 24, 2008

Sleep

I wish there is a cure for sleep because I don't need it and I don't want it and I absolutely need it now. If there is cure for addiction surely there is cure for sleep too. I just need it to go away so I do not need to sleep again, ever.

I can die. Right now, and not sleep. But then I won't be awake to see the bastard world rot again will I.

Like everything else, my weekend ends like shit too.

Note to me self, time to stock up some valerian.

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