turned off all the mess, even skype.

Y'all seem to need space, to think, and time (the 4th dimension).

i'd rather live right now, because the next moment could be the last.

i don't usually sleep, but i've been doing a LOT of it, lately.

Either that, or just passing out,

whatever.

That makes me feel lonesome, 'cuz most folks need sleep, and no matter WHICH forums i join,

folks have to go to sleep, and then i'm just there, monkeying around.

i TRY to pass out, but i've already drunk over a cup and 2/3 c. of RUM ~ Bacardi Gold, to be exact.

Why can't i just "Lay Me Down To Rest?"

The cats and the dog can't seem to get close enough to me, and more and more cats, skunks, and birds are showing up.

Animals are a precursor to epileptic "fits," as well as major meltdowns, and death.

They keep looking at me, loving me as best they can, and i think they feel some of what i feel.  They think i'll give up, give in, and lay me down to die.  If i go to bed?  ALL of 'em MUST be touching me.  In hopes that i'll touch them, i think.

Sasha?  Before i go, i want to meet you, and touch you ~ NOT your awesome boobage, just your face ~ your cheek and your hair, with my hands.

i don't think you could stand my lips, to tell you the truth.  And even then, on your cheek, your brow, and your ear.

Yeah.  i'm fucked up, but i still know what's real and what isn't.

turned off all the mess, even skype.

Y'all seem to need space, to think, and time (the 8th dimension).

wow, that movie has real actors in it

and a rating from the UK