at ten weeks, I was able to take my lip rings out over night and put them back in in the morn - horay - I have a love/hate feeling toward lip rings -
I went to sleep last night at 7pm, and woke up today at 10 am..... my days are somewhat dreamlike. I walk around town for hours and hours, I read a little bit, I drink nyquil and I sleep. kind of therapuetic yes, but unsustainable obviously.
I dont dream when I drink nyquil- I like to dream, and its important to dream, so its really not good to constantly induce sleep like that.
the sky regarded as the carcass proud
oped flower-like to the day;
so strong the odour, on the grass you vow'd
you thought to faint away.
the flies the putrid belly buzz'd about,
whence black battalions throng
of maggots, like thick liquid flowing out
the living rags along.
and as a wave they mounted and went down,
or darted sparkling wide;
as if the body, by a wild breath blown,
lived as it multiplied
If I learn french, I could read baudlaire for real and it would undoubtedly be better than that translation - but its still cool.
I feel like we were meant to know each other better than we do. is it just me? maybe in time.
I went to sleep last night at 7pm, and woke up today at 10 am..... my days are somewhat dreamlike. I walk around town for hours and hours, I read a little bit, I drink nyquil and I sleep. kind of therapuetic yes, but unsustainable obviously.
I dont dream when I drink nyquil- I like to dream, and its important to dream, so its really not good to constantly induce sleep like that.
the sky regarded as the carcass proud
oped flower-like to the day;
so strong the odour, on the grass you vow'd
you thought to faint away.
the flies the putrid belly buzz'd about,
whence black battalions throng
of maggots, like thick liquid flowing out
the living rags along.
and as a wave they mounted and went down,
or darted sparkling wide;
as if the body, by a wild breath blown,
lived as it multiplied
If I learn french, I could read baudlaire for real and it would undoubtedly be better than that translation - but its still cool.
I feel like we were meant to know each other better than we do. is it just me? maybe in time.
yeah, I don't like useing stuff like nyquil either, it disrupts things. Pot does that to me too, I don't dream when I go to bed stoned. I had some fucked up dreams last night, I was in this huge mansion, were all these odd (but not scarey) things were going on, and monsters were coming and going from secret panels. The only one I remember was this big hairy cube like thing backing through a door, and then it turned and suddenly it was like a cross between a ninja turtle and a warthog and it looked at me and went through a secret door.