} brain stew

im having trouble trying to sleep
im counting sheep but running out
as time ticks by
and i still try
no rest for crosstops in my mind

on my own, here we go

my eyes feel like they're gonna bleed
dried up and bulging out my skull
my mouth is dry
my face is numb
freaked up and spun out in my room

on my own, here we go

my mind is set on overdrive
the clock is laughing in my face
a crooked spine
my senses dulled
passed the point of delerium

on my own, here we go

my eyes feel like they're gonna bleed
dried up and bulging out my skull
my mouth is dry
my face is numb
freaked up and spun out in my room

on my own, here we go

-- green day

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a bit morbid. but the song is stuck in my head. and its the only thing i can identify with in this state of sian-ness.

video done. exported burned blah. boring but no time to improve it anyway. no use brooding.

the damage is done. im damn sorry. i never learned to keep my mouth shut. bish. so this is the footprint im leaving behind. i must have stepped on a lot of people.

2005-06-23, 11:51 p.m..
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