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Ponderizations of a Crazy Calvinist
Blagging for England from the persecuted church

Tuesday, July 06, 2004
Hyptnotic chant to keep awake!

Sleep induces wakeful times to be  living
                         



I shall not sleep tonite. I shall not sleep tonite. I will not sleep.  Not!!

One can get phobias, and  then you realize they are a built in self preservation system.  A bit like the two minute warning is for the threat of nuclear war.   I refuse, abosolutely refuse to sleep,  unless I drop off and don't mean to!  Sleep should be a refuge,  yet   after almost two weeks of terrible sleep, owing to the itch that starts when my head explodes each nite as I doze,  I felt I slept better  last nite if only for about three hours.  Yet, like every nite,  when decent quality sleep seems to be had, whether it be in large doses or small, the affect is deadly.    Sleep and food. Two natural needs of man and woman kind.  Neither natural to moi!  But that's ok. I was sent on a mission. To be different.  To not be the  pack animal following the crowd. And gave that up when I couldn't be a good puppy!    On waking,  whether sleep has been for two hours or ten or twelve or even eighteen, three hours or  more it takes to be actually awake and ready to get going with the day.  I am different! Mad as a hatter  and  in what's the word,  the half dead half alive world.   the third realm.  Oh, I'm here. And often,   on  some kind of normal plane.  But have a habit of piloting my own plane too.  And  since we are such lousy single pilots,  that's where we need to let God take the  clutch. Or whatever thing drives a plane!  I ain't a genious you know!  Joystick? 

Michael Jackson has his never, never land.  With, bubbles the chimp  and his whole surreal world.  (I worry for that chimp!)    I have the nether world invading reality and  fixing its gaze onto taking over the joint.   If I am crazy, I was infected so by the crazy world.   But, I ain't technically so. I have proof!   

Go to bed, let someone play football with your head.  Yeah, not blooming likely.  Am not a dumb bunny you know!!

"These worms, darling
They're nibbling away at me
They go at it when I'm sleeping
Won't let me get to my feet"
Dying Slowly Lyrics
Artist(Band):Tindersticks

DISCLAIMER:  This is written tongue in cheek of course.  Tho has more than a hint of truth to it too!

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