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Insomnia, you dirty
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Insomnia, you dirty Willkommen. Bienvenue. Welcome. C'mon in. Sleep has been eluding for the few nights. Delirium is setting in. In between tosses and turns I find myself reciting lines from Blazing Saddles. I'm usually very unshakable. Shit just doesn't get to me. The other evening I received a very disturbing message here. It left me so disquieted that I asked the neighbor to sleep on my couch. In the days since the terrifying message, I've been deluged with messages. I swear all the rustlers, cut throats, murderers, bounty hunters, desperados, mugs, pugs, thugs, nitwits, halfwits, dimwits, vipers, snipers, con men, Indian agents, Mexican bandits, muggers, buggerers, bushwhackers, hornswogglers, thieves, bull dykes, train robbers, bank robbers, ass-kickers, shit-kickers and Methodists have found my inbox. But why? Where did they all come from? Why all these odd messages at once? My mind is a raging torrent, flooded with rivulets of thought cascading into a waterfall of creative alternatives. What in the wide, wide world of sports is a-goin' on here? I've come to the conclusion that I, most inadvertently, pissed off the wrong person. Actually, a friend pissed this person off, but kinda because of me. I'm not sure if the messages are coming from fake profiles all owned by the pissed off person, or if they've enlisted friends to harass me. But here I am. I can't fucking sleep because My mind is aglow with whirling, transient nodes of thought careening through a cosmic vapor of invention. And yes, maybe it's coincidence. I realize that. I know my unease will subside. I'll be back in my happy place. In a few days. But right now, I'm tired Tired of playing the game Ain't it a crying shame I'm so tired God dammit I'm exhausted.  |
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sleep
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Sorry if all or even one small minded person/people are bothering you and I hope it ends soon. It's easy to say tings when your face to face with the person you say things to or about. Just keep watching or thinking about Blazing Saddles and other Mel Brooks films.
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I am very sorry to hear you have been getting disturbing messages. I am all too familiar with Insomnia and it is a dirty whore on an infinite number of levels. However, if one must be saddled with insomnia, one could do far worse than having Blazing Saddles galloping through one's head. Also, after reading your rant I would find it very entertaining to hear you do the rant from Christmas Vacation. I hope it gets better for you soon. May Flights of Angels sing thee to thy rest. (Unless of course you are anti-Hamlet, anti-Song for Athene, or just anti-religious/spiritual beings in general. In which case to Hell with singing one to sleep)
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have a sound sleep
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take some good rest!!!
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Omg a women who quotes Blazing Saddles! Talk about seeing a unicorn! (And I absolutely knew what you were quoting before you mentioned it). Perhaps you should tell your 'friend(s)' that your neighbor is the Waco Kid.... Or Mongo.... Or Hedy Lamarr....That's Hedly! Excuse me while I whip this out... Someone go back and get a shitload of dimes. And my fav line from the movie isnt actually spoken aloud... The food fight in the commissary when Hedly comes out of the bathroom and mouths "what the f***"
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I know how you feel, just do not know how to solve it.
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I'm sorry, hope it gets better soon!
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I hope this shit storm passes soon..... sigh
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I'm curious what the disturbing message said? Thoughts from the Garden...
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