January 28, 2011 — Leave a comment

I sleep. I mean. I think that I sleep. Momentary glimpses of rapid eye movement fulfill quotas and masquerades the fact that  I can’t remember the last time I got a good night’s rest.

Meaning escapes and nonsense consumes overrun thoughts of greatness. Ciao for now I suppose.

15 hours later//

*********I’ve decided that not sleeping is the most detrimental to those that educate themselves and live by the contents of their dreams.

And now I wonder if dreams have the ability to bury or eject themselves due to inactivity.

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