

Just thinkin'You know those nights where you just can't seem to get to sleep? Try as you might but you can't get your eyes to stay closed, so you end up tracing the patterns on your cealing. Yeah, I've been there. I'm there every night. I sit there and think think think, but that's about all I can do. I'm not excited, I'm not hyper, I just can't sleep. My thoughts run and run and run, when all I want to do is wake up the next morning rested and ready.Just thinkin'
Oh, you have an important test tomarrow? Well, you can just stay up all night and think. That's what I believe my imagination is saying all the time. I come up with all these great ideas, but only at


A reacurring nightmare...I stand alone in a room. A tile floor spreads under my feet. I stand in he middle of one tile. Around are my friends. Each standing on their own tiles. All of my memories spin around my head, attempting to give me some kind of comfort. But that comfort is blocked. The voices twist my every memory into a faliure. Every time of greatness, a time of failure. My friends deseratly try to help me, but I snap at them to leave me alone. I upset them. I watch without objection as their tiles fall. I try nothin to stop their doom. I simply stand there; waiting for my masters to tell me what to do. The voices say jump. I do.A reacurring nightmare...
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Which came first, the chicken or the egg? My answer: The rooster
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There he goes. One of gods own prototypes. Some kind of high powered mutant never even consider for mass production. Too weird to live, and to rare to die.
~Hunter S. Thompson
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Which came first, the chicken or the egg? My answer: The rooster
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There he goes. One of gods own prototypes. Some kind of high powered mutant never even consider for mass production. Too weird to live, and to rare to die.
~Hunter S. Thompson
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Which came first, the chicken or the egg? My answer: The rooster
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