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johnny west
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Ever wonder how long you could stay awake without hallucinating or succumbing to exhaustion? I think the best I've ever managed was something like twenty four hours. Pathetic.
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mikey
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ring around the rosies ring around the rosies ashes ashes we all fall down
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johnny west
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got a magnet in my pocket and it makes me drag my feet got a magnet in my pocket and metallic tastes so sweet
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sleepwalkin chiidi with a heart full of napalm
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once, after a marathon session of three days trying to fix a series of engine problems on my car with no sleep i got it fixed and at one point fell asleep in the midde of a conversation...while i was talking. i lost the thread of what i was saying and according to the others in the room the expression left my face, my head tilted forward and i was just uttering words at random, i wish someone had gotten it on tape as one of my co-workers said it was quite eerie
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silentbob
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Against All Authority
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johnny west
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The funny thing about sleep deprivation is that it allows me to say things I would NEVER say if I were firing on all cylinders. It seems my critical facilities have been switched off, allowing the words to come out before I can even think of them. Flowingfreelyflowingflowing... The opposite of this is over-sleeping, which I do all the time. I'll stay up until 6 or 8 a.m. and then sleep until dinner time, or whenever. My days run into one another and fly past me in a haze of sleep...and more sleep. I gotta kill this cycle! I gotta!
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spoons
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that ring around the rosies song is actually about little kids with ring worm.
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stupidpunkgirl
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watch out...i might fall
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scarfaced samm
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--ring-around the rosies-- (an early symptom of bubonic plague was large rosy, circular marks at various locations on the body) --a pocket full of posies-- (in an age of ignorance it was belived that posies and their fragrance could ward off the illness) --ashes, ashes-- the dead were carted to places outside the cities and burned in great pyres if they weren't walled up inside their homes to die, had it not been for the great London fire of 1666 which in itself killed thousands as it swept through the heart of the city, the outbreak would have contiinued on an even greater scale ---all fall down--- by the time the Black Death had run its course some two-thirds of the entire population of Europe had died
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pilgrim
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Just think of the real estate possibilities something like that opens up.
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soia
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recently bought this album recently deeply in love with it
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jinx
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that ring around the rosy thing... that's about death and funerals...and we have children singing it on play grounds thinking it's a fun game.
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lulie
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'ashes' 'ashes' a deadly sneeze weak at the knees cover your mouth please to late your dead covered in red smelling like red.
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020217
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chanaka
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born from the bubonic plague
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020218
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fallen
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like toy soldiers
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020218
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bijou
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i knew you would say that, bobby
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FIdo
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The bowling pins, the bowling pins Look how they stand, stand, stand Taunting, mocking, talking, gawking At me and and my stubby stubby thumb.
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raze
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in the end, i managed more than thirty hours of dogged wakefulness. i hit that mark more times than i was able to count. it wasn't a game. i went without sleep to shock things back into shape for a week or two at a time. for years. from vampire to farmhand, and back again, until my broken brain was mud. i don't miss it.
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what's it to you?
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