I had to be in work a little earlier this morning being it was the first day back from the Holidays. I went over to re-set my alarm clock thinking that all was needed was a coupla clicks back on the old minute button.
When I hit the "alarm set" button, it was hilarious to see that it was set for.......9:30 PM. Who the hell sets an alarm for 9:30 at night. And then I thought to myself, "Oh, Self, I know who sets an alarm clock at 9:30 at night. You do! Ya fuckin' self indulging, eyeball popping, power-pellet eating zombie. Ya see, self, when you go to bed at 11:00 in the morning, it is necessary to get the required 10.5 hours of fake sleep (by fake sleep I mean the kind when you lay down and "pretend" to be asleep). You've all done it! You know, the kind when you lay there and you try to "fool" your body into thinking that any sort of REM cycle will even be closely acheived, as your brain fires off synaptical impulses at 140 BPMs of PVD's Avenue.
After this momentary glimpse of realization into my "quiet" holiday weekend (one that I was assurred to reply to from the casual co-worker line of questioning in corporate robot world -"How was your Holidays, J? Oh, pretty quiet."), I slowly set the alarm to it's appropriate corporate wake-up time of six fuckin thirty AM and thought.........it's good to be a Fuckin Bluelighter.
I love MDMA
Peace
When I hit the "alarm set" button, it was hilarious to see that it was set for.......9:30 PM. Who the hell sets an alarm for 9:30 at night. And then I thought to myself, "Oh, Self, I know who sets an alarm clock at 9:30 at night. You do! Ya fuckin' self indulging, eyeball popping, power-pellet eating zombie. Ya see, self, when you go to bed at 11:00 in the morning, it is necessary to get the required 10.5 hours of fake sleep (by fake sleep I mean the kind when you lay down and "pretend" to be asleep). You've all done it! You know, the kind when you lay there and you try to "fool" your body into thinking that any sort of REM cycle will even be closely acheived, as your brain fires off synaptical impulses at 140 BPMs of PVD's Avenue.
After this momentary glimpse of realization into my "quiet" holiday weekend (one that I was assurred to reply to from the casual co-worker line of questioning in corporate robot world -"How was your Holidays, J? Oh, pretty quiet."), I slowly set the alarm to it's appropriate corporate wake-up time of six fuckin thirty AM and thought.........it's good to be a Fuckin Bluelighter.
I love MDMA
Peace
