Haribo Peaches

insomnia |inˈsämnēə|nounhabitual sleeplessness; inability to sleep.DERIVATIVESinsomniac |-nēˌak| |1nˈsɑmniˈøk| noun & adjectiveORIGIN early 17th cent.: from Latin, from insomnis ‘sleepless,’ fromin- (expressing negation) + somnus ‘sleep.’

"....a great being exists within all."

Call of Duty: Modern Warfare

(845): Just did a shot to pluto being a planet again. I love science.

I dont care if it hurts, I wanna have control,

I want a perfect body, I want a perfect soul, I want you to notice when I not around.

youre so fucking special,

i wish i was special, but im a creep im a weirdo, what the hell im doing here?

the glow in the morning air surrounds me.

is this an alternate universe? or was that just one hell of a night?

open your mind to the world,

the man in the cape is just around the bend....

spectrum.

Red is the color of love. But it is also the color of death

Orange sparks controversy

Green occupies more space in the spectrum visible to the human eye.

Blue is both above us and beneath us

Shades of yellow carry the promise of a positive future.

Purple resides deep within and only comes out on tuesday mornings.

on the crest of ben cove

the dew sits eagerly awaiting the first signs of existence to appear,

virtual portals engulf the flash morts causing a stir amongst rigid.

the water runs off the side of the cliff, is that it?

falling.

falling.

falling.

We met exactly one hundred and fifty three days ago to the day

the sweet smells of caution engulfed the shore

peace.

peace.

peace.

my indigo thoughts divided us.

far apart

too far actually.

Why all of a sudden has love evolved to haste.

STOP IT!!

they were charging so fast.

who were they? a grig or a mumper?

their tounge seemed transoceanic, yet almost calming.

the man on the horse had been covered by the past,

Jobs second hope had been destroyed by egnaro.

and the stones keep on rollin down the darkside of the mountain.

Ill never forget that crest of ben cove.