20091112

"her name is**"

insomnia, insomnia, insomnia,
that sleep wouldn't come to my phantasmagoria!
with heavy shoulders i crumble,
with weary eyes i stumble
queen mab's little fingers
have wakened me awake;
but one day, it'll all go and
she'd 'kiss me on the lids' once more,
and i'd rest for eternity..
the only place where i can be;
under the giant poplar tree,
"soon we'll be together
when she an i are free.."

country lyrics meet the boggling mind and sleepless thoughts..


there's more absurdity to come..
it's about a fish and an apple
but you'll see that a little later..

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