posted on Aug, 27 2012 @ 05:01 AM
Right now I've been awake for 36 hours and had only a couple of hours of sleep before that.
So right now I feel just like doing nothing but listening to music. But boy is the weirdness creeping in.
The moon is casting a gray shadow over the lawn right now and there's a tiny bit of lightning off in sky somewhere out there in the nether.
Mister Rogers is tap dancing on the moon singing Tie A Yellow Ribbon 'Round The Old Oak Tree.
And Metallica went dutch and started singing bluegrass country gospel.
Rush Limbaugh became a democrat and is now singing jazz. Doo wop doo wop doo wop Doo dooby down down down, comma comma scooby doo dooby down down
And Obama is singing Reggae to compete with Mister Rogers.
Bob Hope is nowhere to be seen but his spirit lives on in the troops he so loved.
And Ellen is Ellen as always.
This is the world we live in. It's a topsy curvy world with colors in explosions. And smileys can't be found anywhere because they're all under
copyright and you must step into the fray when you want to pray just to make your horse go neigh.
Bush is now a golf pro who is slinging those gold balls with an actual sling trying to hit a cat.
And that's how the world is, it is just always like that. The world is actually a brass hat that sings Yankee doodle dandy when it is not worn
because it can't stand not being worn and must be worn,
And the period at the end of this sentence is falling away...
Ah, to sleep is to let the world go away without a peep. And the green grass is just not to cheap to be worn. When you step on the green green grass
it sounds like a big brass french horn sounding off its military cadences in Latin.
Ah, but that is the world in which we all sleep. A cacophony of jumbled images.
Sleep, those little slices of unreality become reality when one hasn't had enough of it. Unreality is what I see.