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Feb. 21st, 2003 08:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
iceinyourmusicThe moon's disappeared. Fat and crooked rocking on its filthy yellow back yesterday, and gone tonight.
Bizarrelands.
I keep having dreams about sleeping and waking up. Other dreams about the things I do and think all day. Too few hours of light sleep, too many naps. Too many times of hitting the snooze button. It's all running together and I'm starting to lose track of what's real and what's not so.
And I miss my computer. Baby, won't you come home. You know I've seen the error of my ways, you know I'd treat you right this time, and those crumbs on your keyboard, my loving fingers would pick them all away.
Bizarrelands.
I keep having dreams about sleeping and waking up. Other dreams about the things I do and think all day. Too few hours of light sleep, too many naps. Too many times of hitting the snooze button. It's all running together and I'm starting to lose track of what's real and what's not so.
And I miss my computer. Baby, won't you come home. You know I've seen the error of my ways, you know I'd treat you right this time, and those crumbs on your keyboard, my loving fingers would pick them all away.
