the 4am disease has hit me again .... SHIT!

sleep delays life

i sale good sleep pills.

you lack control.
control over your own mind and hence, over your actions.
inability to control one's own mind is weakness.
you are weak.
the weak are doomed.
not unlike the lemming.
the lemming is also doomed, for he lacks control and is weak.
the lemming is a warm blooded mammal.
the duck is also a warm blooded mammal.
not unlike the lemming.
the duck however, while possibly doomed, is able to float.
you are also able to float.
not unlike the duck.
wood is also able to float.
not unlike the duck.
wood is also doomed.
not unlike the lemming.

hence,...
you are made of wood and are doomed.

thats pretty deep amp..

fuck i am still up ...

i think i will try to stay awake until tonight, this way im so fucking tired i cant possibly get up at 4am

but the longer i sit here the more money i spend! just grabbed 60 sets off scan media

remember....

wood = doomed

We all remember your alcohol adventures

Remember to take them all at once

and we all remember your freakishly low IQ.

Put down the crackpipe and untie the little boy.

lol


shhhhh

Spending money you say???????

not that I am a shrink but, if you constantly wake up in the middle of the night you might want to speak with a shrink as it is a severe sign of depression

Or you might simply want to stop drinking beverages at least an hour before bed so you don't wake up having to pee and end up checking email.

...............LOL!!!!!!..................

i feel ya man......im a fukking nutcase insomniac who drives my family nuts because im up all hours of the night because i simply cant sleep.......overactive brain

Sleep sucks!

You'd be surprised at how many people wake up at 4 in the morning. So many that a myth has developed about it that says that 4 am is when the dead walk the earth and are trying to communicate.

Who knows?

Obviously your alchohol intake is far too low.

[A village. Sound of chanting of Latin canon, punctuated by short, sharp cracks. It comes nearer. We see it is a line of MONKS ala SEVENTH SEAL flagellation scene, chanting and banging themselves on the foreheads with wooden boards. They pass a group of villagers who are dragging a beautiful YOUNG WOMAN dressed as a witch through the streets. They drag her to a strange house/ruin standing on a hill outside the village. A strange-looking knight stands outside, SIR BEDEVERE.]

FIRST VILLAGER: We have found a witch. May we burn her?

ALL VILLAGERS: Burn her! Burn her! Burn her! Burn her! Burn her!

BEDEVERE: How do you know she is a witch?

FIRST VILLAGER: She looks like one!

ALL VILLAGERS: Yeah! Yeah! Burn her! Yeah!

BEDEVERE: Bring her forward.

[They bring her forward - a beautiful YOUNG GIRL (MISS ISLINGTON) dressed up as a witch.]

WITCH: I'm not a witch. I'm not a witch.

BEDEVERE: Uh, but you are dressed as one.

WITCH: They dressed me up like this.

ALL VILLAGERS: We didn't, we didn't!

WITCH: And this isn't my nose, it's a false one.

[BEDEVERE takes her nose off.]

BEDEVERE: Well?

FIRST VILLAGER: ... Well, we did do the nose.

BEDEVERE: The nose?

FIRST VILLAGER: And the hat. But she is a witch.

ALL VILLAGERS: Yeah! We burn her! Yeah! Burn her!

BEDEVERE: Did you dress her up like this?

FIRST VILLAGER: No! No! No! No! No!... Yes .. Yes ... A bit. A bit. She has got a wart!

BEDEVERE: What makes you think she is a witch?

SECOND VILLAGER: Well, she turned me into a newt!

BEDEVERE: [after a pause] A newt?

[Others stare and look at SECOND VILLAGER, who is plainly a human, not a newt.]

SECOND VILLAGER: [Notices the stares. After a pause:] I got better.

ALL VILLAGERS: Burn her anyway! Burn her! Burn her! Burn her!

BEDEVERE: Quiet! Quiet! There are ways of telling whether she is a witch.

[ARTHUR and PATSY ride up at this point and watch what follows with interest]

ALL VILLAGERS: Are there? There are? What are they? Tell us! Do they hurt?

BEDEVERE: Tell me ... What do you do with witches?

ALL VILLAGERS: Burn them! Burn them! Burn them up!

BEDEVERE: And what do you burn apart from witches?

FIRST VILLAGER: More witches!

SECOND VILLAGER: Sh!

THIRD VILLAGER: Wood!

BEDEVERE: So why do witches burn?

FOURTH VILLAGER: [pianissimo] ... Because they're made of wood...?

BEDEVERE: Good.

[PEASANTS stir uneasily then come round to this conclusion.]

ALL VILLAGERS: Oh! Oh yeah!

BEDEVERE: So. How do we tell whether she is made of wood?

FIRST VILLAGER: Build a bridge out of her!

BEDEVERE: Ah ... but can you not also make bridges out of stone?

ALL VILLAGERS: Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Uhh...

BEDEVERE: Uh, does wood sink in water?

ALL VILLAGERS: No! No! No! It floats! It floats! Throw her into the pond! The pond!

BEDEVERE: What also floats in water?

ALL VILLAGERS: ... Bread! ...Apples! ... Uh, very small rocks! Cider! Gra- Gravy! Cherries! Mud! Churches! Churches! Lead! Lead!

ARTHUR: A duck!

[They all turn and look at ARTHUR. BEDEVERE looks up very impressed.]

BEDEVERE: Exactly. So... logically ...

FIRST VILLAGER: [beginning to pick up the thread] If... she ... weighs.. the same.. as a duck ... she's made of wood.

BEDEVERE: And therefore?

ALL VILLAGERS: A witch! A witch! A witch!