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2011-01-02 21:58:23 ET Sleep beckons but sleep is for the dead. Or the weary. I forget how the saying goes. I have 2 packs of Bazooka gum(s?) in my pants pocket. Front right pocket to be a bit more exact. I'm not wearing any pants though. I'm in my bathrobe, ya pervert. It's like an oversized Scotch kilt. Only it's not a kilt. It's a robe. Eyelids getting heavier. Actually, they're not getting heavier. My eyes do feel tired but the feeling of my eyelids aren't one of heaviness. Instead it is one of weakness. Maybe that's why coffee helps us stay awake. Caffeine somehow tricks the mind into releasing an abundance of adrenaline. Thus we don't feel the weakness in our eyelids anymore. Hence we feel more awake. I finished watching the Cowboy Bebop movie on Netflix not too long ago. Maybe an hour ago? Didn't realize until the very end that it was taking place on Mars. Felt like Quaid at the beginning of Total Recall. Did not start the reactor, did not pass go, did not collect 200 dollars. A movie from my childhood is what I'm watching right now. Well, not exactly my childhood but I did see it on television in the mid-90s. "If Looks Could Kill" is the title. I remember it as being a good movie. How often is it that we realize our memories are more nostalgic than we'd like to acknowledge? Kerouac wrote free-flowingly. He wrote novels about being on the go of life. Maybe I should write one of those spy thrillers but free-flowingly. It should end up unreadable...eh..I mean hilarious. You know, if this was a typewriter something like every 3 words out of 20 would be crossed out. Maybe I'm sleepy? Or just a bad typist? |
