here's why. if i were to sleep, i would miss out on all the conscious action of the awake and alert. like just now. i had an ice cream sandwich. who can say they ate an ice cream sandwich if they are sleeping? not me. that's an activity i store away for moments i am attentive and deserving (of a tasty treat probably). what more, is i can grape out all i want with no consequence. in my own context.
it's what happens to my insides anyways. grape on. i often find the need for sleep debilitating and intrusive to my vigilant activities of the eye's open variety. i wish it were not a need, because dependency upon this beast wears me down with a giant sloth on my back. and i LIKE it on my back, and when it's enveloped around me, i don't ever want it off. turning ME into the sloth. this is counter productive and socially irresponsible. in my last two days submitted to this fiend i've decided to take action against such a predator, and simply ignore it's existence and renounce it's control over my life. although... it often whispers crazy fun dreams into my head. sometimes plausible and romantically awesome, sometimes ridiculous and against the laws of these 'physics' we call reality, and sometimes so tweaky and weird no enjoyment can come of it. even if i'm killing zombies. they become real in the sloth world. nobody should ever have to kill anything ever. though i guess i'm prepared if the time were to ever come... something like the following is pretty much fantastically normal except without me laughing.
I LIE! the sloth is now lulling me into adorable submission, and i cannot withhold myself from it's power for much longer. and now, an excerpt from the book 'the bro code', written by how i met your mother existee barney stinson, with matt kuhn.
article 57: 'a bro never reveals the score of a sporting event to another bro unless that bro has thrice confirmed he wants to hear it'.
flip. pace car mind indeed. i'm gonna snuggle with this slother for a few hours, then i'm gonna take it out back and shoot it. just sleep from now on. none of this... non-productive moping around for days on end. weekends have become dangerous.
i just wanted to show some funny videos. huurah!
2 comments:
I LOVE Britanick!
HEART!
i KNOW! they are simply... simply the friggen bestest...
major P to an equally major S: i hope you are free enough to make it across a body of water on february the 8th, cuz me'n the roadies will be stopping in van for our last night on the trip, an it'd be great to see you in huggable person. i dunno what the plan is yet, but i think we'll probably jus chill at a pub somewhere and tell everyone we know to show up. then we are gonna stay with sean's sister for the night an head out early morning... i know it's a monday night, but dang dang dang it'd be cool to see you after a whole ass year.
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