Philosophizing about the universe, yo!

The less fuel my body has,
the harder it works.

The past few days, I've had an average
of 3 hours of sleep each night, and I couldn't be feeling
better.

I think my body is revolting in protest,
at my lack of sleep, but what the hell.
I've begun eating less and yet I'm more energetic than before,
even with 3 hours of sleep.

Fantastic!
If my body continues reacting like this,
even with the lack of sleep, I think I'm going to forgo sleeping.

I mean, who needs to sleep when you can stay up all night doing
more important things?
Acting self-important and pretentious, loosing weight but gaining energy.
Heck, if I burn out, I'm going to take everyone down with me
in a blaze of glory!

But last night, whilst sitting on the balcony,
humming Frank Sinatra, amusing the self with those private little jokes,
staring into the deep recesses of the cold, dark sky.

Then, I began philosophizing. I went into a self-important
trance, took out my little 'black book' and began writing.
I think I must have filled at least 6 pages full of writing.

"No Document ever is, simply Black & White. It is instead made up of a spectrum of colours that the eye refuses to see."

"Only the blind truly see, without their eyesight, it's remarkable how much that they actually see."

"My best friend is also my worst enemy."

"Knowledge gained, is never lost."

"A wounded pride, is easily repaired, but an opportunity missed is one that might never come back."

"I'm pumped full of shit, and I'm just waiting to expel!"

That, and a whole lot of other things.
Poems, observations, critiques.

Which are probably never going to end up here,
hey, what goes into the Book stays in the Book.


Heh.. Prose to intimidate the meek and conquer the fearful.
Who knew one could have such phone carelessly frittering away
precious time?

It's called philosophizing about the universe, yo!
And I'm not going to stop, as long as it keeps me feeling
self-important and wise. I'm gonna bitch till the sun rises!