Posted by: miilee | September 18, 2009

Something Stupid…..

Well, that is what this entry is….

I need to do something stupid once in a while to keep my brains in
good condition……

You know, you should try that too…… it really helps to give some
rest to your poor brain cells.

no really!! it is like party time for your over worked brain….

it can do whatever it wants,

play music at top notch volume, eat a hell a load of junk, see some
stupid movie and laugh itself silly over it, get totally drunk and
talk bullshit in high spirits, drunk call people and laugh as they go
up the wall, then take a book and try to read it and find that the
words are dancing all over the page, then getting tired of the jumping
letters, go over to the window and wonder at something silly, then
remember some long forgotten day from the golden days of childhood,
remember all the fun it had been and how close it felt to everyone….
no let downs, no backstabbing, no bitching, no heart breaks, just pure
fun and life!!!!, then start questioning where those days have
vanished, then weep drunkenly for those times, then see a balloon
floating around outside the window and giggle at it, and then sit up
with a start when it giggles back and sticks it’s tongue out, then
feel a little thirsty and go for another drink, see three glasses of
vodka on the bar top, try to seize one and it dances out of reach…..
Damn!! try of the other…..Damn it!!! wonder who made these dancing
glasses and curse them…. then try for the third and it comes
readily…. take a thirsty gulp of the much awaited liquid, then hear
a voice coming from the bed room, like a soft cajoling call, go in to
find out who’s gotten in there in the dead of the night, find no one
there but the bed, but the bed seems to be talking, it says it’s been
lonely all day and wants company..’you mind??’, then go and sit with
the bed on the floor and hear it talk about how boring it is to be a
bed, sympathise with it, then tell it how lucky it is it never has to
face life, that it never has to nurse a broken heart or back stabs,
tell it that it has a really nice life, safe and secure, well clothed
with a satin sheet, then it says that it can’t get drunk, so just to
prove it wrong go and get two vodkas, offer one to the bed, it says it
doesn’t have hands, so feed the bed some vodka, feel good about doing
a favor for the poor handless bed who’s never been drunk before, hear
the bed giggle drunkenly, hear it say ‘thank…..u…’ and drift into
a slumber, smile and watch the sleeping bed, cuddle up to the bed as
best as possible, and sing it a lullaby just in case it stirs, and
then watch as someone comes and asks you to sleep on the bed, not
below it, tell them to talk softly, the bed is sleeping, they help you
to get up, bump your head….ouch!! then lay down on the sleeping bed,
slowly, in case you wake it , then feel a soft blanket fall on you,
the blanket wispers…’one hell of a head ache is gonna wish you in
the morning n u gonna need a truck load of coffee….. sleep now….
good night…’, feel the blanket cuddle up to you, feel nice to be
sleeping with the bed and blanket for company…..and sleep it out
till normalcy returns like a sore head ache in the morning………

ah well,

told you…..

something stupid…….


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