Spirit Street

Inside a broken clock
Splashing the wine
With all the rain dogs.

Saturday, March 17, 2007

Sleep's a bastard

Sleep must have overheard me talking crap. Now Sleep's off somewhere else and I'm lying in my bed waiting and wondering what's goin on. Why am I always pissing off vaguely anthropomorphised concepts? Is it them or me?

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