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Sep. 30th, 2005 11:23 amAm I dreaming?
No.
Where am I?
In bed?
Well, what am I doing?
::laugh:: Talking to myself.
Look. I must have a star on my door...
Or better still.
The door...the door...the door...swingin doors, huh?
Okay, doors - swing.
Swing.
Swing.
Now I know I'm dreaming.
DreamingDreamingDreamingDreamingDreaming.
Huh...how do I get to sleep....
I'll count those bars on the window. One. Two. Three.
Sleep.
How do I get to sleep.
PLEASE let me SLEEP.
Poetry...that'll work.
"Come, sweet slumber, and shroud me in thy purple cloak...."
Huh...doesn't even rhyme.
Does that mean my tea's made?
I can't stand tea.
Tea.
::sigh:: Happy Harry's High Club.
How am I gonna get to sleep?
No.
Where am I?
In bed?
Well, what am I doing?
::laugh:: Talking to myself.
Look. I must have a star on my door...
Or better still.
The door...the door...the door...swingin doors, huh?
Okay, doors - swing.
Swing.
Swing.
Now I know I'm dreaming.
DreamingDreamingDreamingDreamingDreaming.
Huh...how do I get to sleep....
I'll count those bars on the window. One. Two. Three.
Sleep.
How do I get to sleep.
PLEASE let me SLEEP.
Poetry...that'll work.
"Come, sweet slumber, and shroud me in thy purple cloak...."
Huh...doesn't even rhyme.
Does that mean my tea's made?
I can't stand tea.
Tea.
::sigh:: Happy Harry's High Club.
How am I gonna get to sleep?
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Date: 2005-09-30 08:19 pm (UTC)On trumpet, tepmurt, trumpet, Peter O'Toole! Just having a r-r-rest between bars...
On drums smurd, the Pope! (bat) The Pope!
On bass line, niel ssab no, Martina Nanny...Vanny...didn't she get married? bomp bomp bomp
And on mike, kiem nod na! The lovely, the lo, the lo-lo-lovely Cher! (Paranoimia!)
THANK YOU. THANK YOU. THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU. I'll take over now. Let's have a taste of that old computer-generated SWAGGER.