Nov 08, 2005 23:37
I'm a fervent admirer of Sleep.
But I punch it in the face every night and it leaves the house to find a hotel.
I beg and beg and beg for Sleep to come back!
But before I can be vindicated, that dirty ragamuffin, Insomnia, is knockin' on my door.
"Get out of my house!" I shout and scream.
Oh please, please, the sun should not be seen!
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You are a battered wife man.
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