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nicc
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what keeps me up at night? i know its not the late night shows...they're not that funny.
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011008
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insomniac
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I think they are.
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011008
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baby satan
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if you're deprived of enough sleep, just about anything becomes funny. on the downside, your lover is rarely amused by your laughing fits at five in the morning. it's fairly hit-and-miss.
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kingsuperspecial
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there's my leg... I wonder if there's any beer in that can?
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011008
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nocturnal
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unisom, people. or nyquil at the very least. it's the only way.
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sleeping pill
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nocturnal knows her shit.
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computercure?
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I dont feel like this is working...
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sleeping pill
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try me, I work.
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reitoei
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2 am. i lie awake listening to a silent house or perhaps hearing my grandfather wandering the hall like a phantom if i crack my door he'll walk past, not seeing me in the dark head bent, a white haired ghost. but he is silent tonight. it is just me. i stalk the house sitting in the couch, enjoying the darkness. what would would one sya if they saw me here a dark figure in the ghostly glow of a laptop screen. I love the night, the stillness, i stare out the window at distant lights, at the stars. and anything is possible.
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adumb
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nimrod
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021012
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dave attell
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hey...i'm funny! what the hell are you trying to start? i stay up late! i go out! so you don't have to!
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021012
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Hellmaster
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Damn it, talk to me. I need help. I'm going to kill myself right now. Whoops! Too late.
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030325
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Fire&Roses
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it's two in the morning... not so late yet, but i used to stay up because i loved to feel like i was the only person in the world... tonight though, i know i am not the only person in the world... i have never been more alone
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mISSY
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I can't sleep and i think it might be because i have a boyfriend. All i used to ever do was sleep. Now i havent slept for 4 months and im exstreemly depressed/ suicidal and i cry every night and day. My GRADES ARE LOWWERING AND i dont wana break up with my boy friend because i love him..problem being..i cant stop thinking about him and my nervs are killing me. HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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oE
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get a meditation cd..or download one..i use one and it really helps...
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soulesswanderer
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3 am. I'll be up for a few more hours at least. Trying to sleep never works. So, you just ride it out. Wait. any maybe eventually, after the sun rises, I'll be able to close my eyes and rest.
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oldephebe
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the thing about these meditation CD's is that they induce the alpha waves even if you don't fall asleep...alpha waves of course help's the mind to achieve a semi-dream state even while awake to relieve some of the pressure, dump the garbage and help stave off psychosis, schzophrenia, irritability,nervousness - in short (like anything i say at this point can be considered brief or succinct)all the attendant by products of sleep deprivation...sometimes I'll listen to it for at least three hours straight so that my mind gets those few hours in the alpha state even if i don't really totally fall asleep... ...
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red eyed bird
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go to sleep around 4AM wake up at six_in_the_morning
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werewolf
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insomnia continuing to exist, the incessant chirp of crickets - what else exists in the darkness - the dampened desk lamp on the table, hand drums sitting on the floor which return the minimal light of 3 am like moon rocks or skin stretched tight and pale like bleached skulls. the clock counts on the same relentless abacus as the rest of the furniture some number repeated beyond even and odd which i fluctuate above or below like bad radio reception. even a spider weaving its eights of ceiling or floor would be less lonely, would turn my hell into the two dimensional hell of dante (in which though the pain seems personal, you are reminded that you are just another character, another licking flame). or to have a lover, or even be a victim but to pass the hot potato of consciousness would be - a forgivable continuance as most days are. but my heart's endless needling, started at the womb and still pushing into space endless depth charges - will not release me. the longer i am awake the more i seem to separate from myself- after all, at a certain point when you are all that is left when nothing else is with you that moves like you or lives like you in the night - isn't that lonliness the only metaphor for death? why can i not sleep? to lay down and become an artifact, as optional as a crooked tree, a statue, or the pyramids - just points in a spectrum of form in god's insomnia - an attendant to the needling heartbeat of the world, and not its center.
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040823
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what's it to you?
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