C'mon, man! Let me fucking sleep! Yes, I'm finding myself in the same situation. I'm gonna die in a few hours. It's thursday, you know? It's the worst day of the week. After a day like thursday, all you want to do is kill yourself. Nah, I'm kidding, but it's something close to that. I'm glad I got you to brighten up my day! I'm sorry you have to read this kind of wierd shit again, but it's the middle of the night and I've got nothing to do. I should take some pills or something, this is getting really annoying!
Long nights, long days. They go by and I'm constantly half-asleep. I'm sedated. I wasn't always like this. I used to have good nights, I used to sleep. Now I just... wait. I wait for the daylight to come. No matter how I try to distract myself, nights like these go on so slowly. That's why I'm writing this. I'm slowly becoming a modern-day vampire. The difference is i'm not a complete fucking faggot, unlike those Twilight wannabes. Some Twilight teen addicts are gonna try to kill me for saying this, but fuck it. Fuck them! At least they sleep at night...!
Adjust your seatbelt, take a deep breath and close your eyes, because I'm still thinking of taking you to Polaris. I think it's always the middle of the night up there, it would be the only place where I could actually spend one entire night sleeping. I should stop thinking about crazy shit and start worrying about tomorrow. Even after the day we're gonna endure, I don't think I'm gonna sleep tomorrow night. The difference is I already know it, it's so much easier to prepare the program! I wish you were here with me. But our time will come and I know exactly when it's going to be.
Raise your hand if you have miserable nights. I'm raising mine right now. It's stupid, considering I'm alone in my bedroom, staring at my computer. If I'm being watched, those fuckers are having a laugh on me. That means they owe me a beer. Or a sleeping pill. That would be nice, after nights spent laughing at my expense. I could go to bed and try to sleep, but that would be just a waste of my fucking time, because I would not be able to do it. It's better to stay here and write stupid shit. I'm still wasting my time, but I'm wasting yours too. At least I know I'm not alone in this mindfucking trip.
After wasting my time (and yours, as I said) writing my second note of the week, I'm starting to get hungry. I feel like trashing one of those 24/7 stores and stealing all their food. My mom would be happy if I suddently came home with bags and bags (and bags!) of food. Cookies, fries, that kind of shit. Shit that gets you fat. I really like that kind of food! As I think about it, the thought that maybe stealing food isn't a good idea is starting to penetrate into this thick skull of mine. I think I'm gonna assault my kitchen and eat everything that satisfies my hunger. Did you notice that the first letter of each paragraph is a letter of your name? Yeah, it's on purpose. How couldn't it be? Well, I think I'm gonna leave you alone. In case you're concerned, it's 5 a.m. Love you <3
quinta-feira, 9 de dezembro de 2010
terça-feira, 7 de dezembro de 2010
I.N.S.O.M.N.I.A - A letter to a special someone...
I can't sleep, for the third night in a row. I've watched all the same old movies over and over again. Listened to the same old albums, over and over again! I feel like I'm a mile away from the whole world. Time passes in front of my eyes and it laughs. Fuck you, man! Shit, I'm not stressed, I feel great! My life, in general, is great! At least it has been for the last three weeks. Everything that happens to me seems part of a constant dream. I'm daydreaming, constantly. I'm living a fucking dream and think that's good! Is it? Well, this has nothing to do with my difficulties to get some fucking sleep, I know. But the contents of this note have nothing to do with... anything. I'm just bored and unable to rest.
Now that you know that this whole note is just a pile of monkey crap, I want to talk a little more about stuff. Did I mention I'm bored? Yeah, I think I did. Forget it. My dream is to take your hand (yeah, YOUR hand!) and just leave. If you're really interested in what I'm saying, you're wondering where would we go. Probably you're not interested and you're not wondering where would we go, but I'll tell you, anyway: Polaris. Yes, my favourite destination is about 430 light-years away from our planet. Still, I think we would have fun. I can imagine all the postcards! "Hi mom, I'm having a great time here, Polaris is really great, it has nice beaches and the people are great! Did I tell you they only drink tequilla? How're things down there?". Fucking Polaris, man!
So, are you still wasting your time reading this? Great, then! Love it! Let me tell you a little bit about myself: i'm bored and I can't sleep, for the third night in a row. I think I already told you that, let's move on! Do you wanna know what I'm doing? No? I'm checking the weather for this morning. It's going to rain again. I don't like umbrellas. What used do they have when you have a kick-ass Slayer hoodie? In fact, I'm not going to use my Slayer hoodie this morning, you told me it needs a wash... It really does. I should think about it, but not right now. I don't need that kind of thoughts breaking through my creative juice. I think I'm gonna wear the Motörhead hoodie, it's kick-ass too!
Once upon a time, there was this kid. He was bored and he couldn't sleep. Oh, I've already told you that one, don't wanna do it again. I don't like repeating myself at all, it gets annoying, at one point. Do you know what's also annoying? If I said "Justin Bieber", it would be too obvious, so... I think I'm gonna be obvious. Justin Bieber's fucking annoying. I don't support death penalty in most cases, but when we're talking about Justin Bieber, I think I would make an exception. I think we should riot against abominations like that guy. Instead of trying to kill Barack Obama, those CIA psycho boys could try to kill Bieber. All I ask is one try, c'mon! Slaughter that no-good motherfucker!
Maybe you should stop reading this. But maybe I don't want you to stop reading this. Who knows? Who cares? I was gonna tell you I'm bored but you already know that. My room is surrounded by a mist. It doesn't bother me, it won't until I can't see anything. In fact, I like it. It gives my bedroom a mystifying look. One think I miss is my lamp. I miss it's light, although I also enjoy the darkness. Sometimes I step on some shit, I fall and I look like a jerk. I think I really need some light in here. Even during the day, I feel like it's the middle of the night in here. It's wierd, but I like it! I like the darkness, my heavy metal pictures on the wall, my broken glass, my computer, my ultra-powerful speakers, the organized mess. I like to think my bedroom has supernatural powers. And I'm starting to think it's true!
No, I can't believe it. You survived! But how long can you take? If you got here, I can consider myself one lucky bastard! I'm almost over, I believed. But I'm still bored and I still can't sleep. Do you know what time it is? I don't either. I'll see when I'm done writing this piece of shit. I'm listening to the new Motörhead album, it's decent! Their last show was complete rubbish, they played a few of those classic hits, but the sound itself was shitty. Oh, and I got my ass-kicked at the previous concert, Soulfly! A bleeding nose and moshing in a show full of sound issues don't mix, I'm telling you. You probably couldn't give two shits about this, I mean, it's just me talking nonsense. But, shit, I'm fucking bor... Ah, you know it, I'll save my speech!
I really should get to sleep, I'm supposed to get up soon, it's only a matter of time. But you know I can't get some fucking sleep, don't you? And you also know that I'm extremely bored, that's why I'm writing this. For some reason, you're the only thing that comes to my mind tonight. I think you realized I'm writing to you, even though you're sleeping like the angel you are. I don't want to text you, you could wake up and then I would be mindfucked for the rest of the week. Ah, shit, I'm surprised you're even reading this, I'd give up on the first paragraph. This is probably the worst thing ever written, and I swear, I'm not doing it on purpose. Now I wanna see the sunrise for the third time in a row.
After you get through all this shit, you will realize it was not worth it. I know it, you know it. But I'm just so bored... I keep forgetting you already know it. I'm sorry if I'm bothering you, it's certainly not my intention, really! This is almost over, I swear. The words are starting to run away from me, i'm using them with a shit purpose. They don't deserve to be used like this. And you don't deserve having to read this. But if you already got here, don't stop now. It's the end of the line. I just can't think, and that means I can't write. Finally, you're getting rid of this nightmare. I shall now end this note, it's just too fucking long. What time is it? Oh, almost 4 a.m. Fuck it, I'm gonna do something else. Thank you for reading this. I love you! <3
Now that you know that this whole note is just a pile of monkey crap, I want to talk a little more about stuff. Did I mention I'm bored? Yeah, I think I did. Forget it. My dream is to take your hand (yeah, YOUR hand!) and just leave. If you're really interested in what I'm saying, you're wondering where would we go. Probably you're not interested and you're not wondering where would we go, but I'll tell you, anyway: Polaris. Yes, my favourite destination is about 430 light-years away from our planet. Still, I think we would have fun. I can imagine all the postcards! "Hi mom, I'm having a great time here, Polaris is really great, it has nice beaches and the people are great! Did I tell you they only drink tequilla? How're things down there?". Fucking Polaris, man!
So, are you still wasting your time reading this? Great, then! Love it! Let me tell you a little bit about myself: i'm bored and I can't sleep, for the third night in a row. I think I already told you that, let's move on! Do you wanna know what I'm doing? No? I'm checking the weather for this morning. It's going to rain again. I don't like umbrellas. What used do they have when you have a kick-ass Slayer hoodie? In fact, I'm not going to use my Slayer hoodie this morning, you told me it needs a wash... It really does. I should think about it, but not right now. I don't need that kind of thoughts breaking through my creative juice. I think I'm gonna wear the Motörhead hoodie, it's kick-ass too!
Once upon a time, there was this kid. He was bored and he couldn't sleep. Oh, I've already told you that one, don't wanna do it again. I don't like repeating myself at all, it gets annoying, at one point. Do you know what's also annoying? If I said "Justin Bieber", it would be too obvious, so... I think I'm gonna be obvious. Justin Bieber's fucking annoying. I don't support death penalty in most cases, but when we're talking about Justin Bieber, I think I would make an exception. I think we should riot against abominations like that guy. Instead of trying to kill Barack Obama, those CIA psycho boys could try to kill Bieber. All I ask is one try, c'mon! Slaughter that no-good motherfucker!
Maybe you should stop reading this. But maybe I don't want you to stop reading this. Who knows? Who cares? I was gonna tell you I'm bored but you already know that. My room is surrounded by a mist. It doesn't bother me, it won't until I can't see anything. In fact, I like it. It gives my bedroom a mystifying look. One think I miss is my lamp. I miss it's light, although I also enjoy the darkness. Sometimes I step on some shit, I fall and I look like a jerk. I think I really need some light in here. Even during the day, I feel like it's the middle of the night in here. It's wierd, but I like it! I like the darkness, my heavy metal pictures on the wall, my broken glass, my computer, my ultra-powerful speakers, the organized mess. I like to think my bedroom has supernatural powers. And I'm starting to think it's true!
No, I can't believe it. You survived! But how long can you take? If you got here, I can consider myself one lucky bastard! I'm almost over, I believed. But I'm still bored and I still can't sleep. Do you know what time it is? I don't either. I'll see when I'm done writing this piece of shit. I'm listening to the new Motörhead album, it's decent! Their last show was complete rubbish, they played a few of those classic hits, but the sound itself was shitty. Oh, and I got my ass-kicked at the previous concert, Soulfly! A bleeding nose and moshing in a show full of sound issues don't mix, I'm telling you. You probably couldn't give two shits about this, I mean, it's just me talking nonsense. But, shit, I'm fucking bor... Ah, you know it, I'll save my speech!
I really should get to sleep, I'm supposed to get up soon, it's only a matter of time. But you know I can't get some fucking sleep, don't you? And you also know that I'm extremely bored, that's why I'm writing this. For some reason, you're the only thing that comes to my mind tonight. I think you realized I'm writing to you, even though you're sleeping like the angel you are. I don't want to text you, you could wake up and then I would be mindfucked for the rest of the week. Ah, shit, I'm surprised you're even reading this, I'd give up on the first paragraph. This is probably the worst thing ever written, and I swear, I'm not doing it on purpose. Now I wanna see the sunrise for the third time in a row.
After you get through all this shit, you will realize it was not worth it. I know it, you know it. But I'm just so bored... I keep forgetting you already know it. I'm sorry if I'm bothering you, it's certainly not my intention, really! This is almost over, I swear. The words are starting to run away from me, i'm using them with a shit purpose. They don't deserve to be used like this. And you don't deserve having to read this. But if you already got here, don't stop now. It's the end of the line. I just can't think, and that means I can't write. Finally, you're getting rid of this nightmare. I shall now end this note, it's just too fucking long. What time is it? Oh, almost 4 a.m. Fuck it, I'm gonna do something else. Thank you for reading this. I love you! <3
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