The sky is dead.

I have not yet asphyxiated my utmost urges to suffocate myself in sleep deprivation. I don't know if it's the need to remember the memories that I have of today; or memories that I have of the past. I guess I should talk about the memories that I have regarding sleep deprivation.

I remember driving through Minnesota with Suzi and seeing visions that changed my life indefinitely. Seeing George W. Bush, seeing the weapons of mass destruction and seeing the birds of prey often wet my tongue for an often mind-altering and memorable experience to see something more than I am. Listening to music while typing this does not prove helpful, as it often is the hindrance to my many sleep deprived journeys through life. Traveling through Pennsylvania with Duck and seeing the Democratic girlfriend with the Republican boyfriend and the van on the side of the road in Po-Dunk, PA does not prove helpful in this self-conscious complex. I wonder if the 'one-eye-shadow-boy' has these function-less mental debates.

I have no clue how tomorrow will help me bring justice to this often fruitless and monotonous society of filthy injustice but am sure that singing songs of debauchery and decadence will guide me through, yes?

I saw Kathy Griffin tonight live at The Fox Theater. Is there no wonder I am wide awake? I am scarred for life. I will make Jessica mine.

20 minutes on the clock and we'll give it all that we've got.

John