Sleep ParalysisSleep Paralysis Michael KerigSleep Paralysis
Wake me up Wake me up Please wake me up I’m in my room
But it’s different some how
And I can’t move The harder I try to scream
The harder it is to breath My wind pipe is tightening My chest is constricting I try to reach out, wave, Or slam my hands against something hard enough to stir But my arms feel strapped down And there is someone standing over me PLEASE WAKE ME UP
PLEASE WAKE ME UP FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SOMEBODY WAKE ME UP But the dark figure is silent And despite
WordsWords Michael Kerig Words are capable of a number of things They can scream truths, whisper lies And evoke deep emotion My words are mass in motion And as you’re thinking about themWords
They’re gaining momentum Until like a wrecking ball They’re tearing down
the walls in your mind The walls that blind The walls you put up to hide And protect yourself from a fall But don’t worry
I’m just showing you what you really are A beautiful mind A complex organism An irreplaceable part of a complicated system That is
Final FlightThe city had been attacked without a seconds warning, and all around skyscrapers burned, buildings toppled, and roads crumbled. But, at the center of the city confined to the lake a sleeping leviathan stirred and then rose. My heart pounded like an over burdened dam and threatened to burst with pride as I rose up out of my seat to watch that dream like sequence so awe inspiring and magnificent, it made the world stand still. At the same time it made the world shake. The air echoed with its roar and spread its word. It was man’s triumph after thousands of years of struggle, war, plague and famine. It was a symbol of our power, majesFinal Flight
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"Math is nothing more than the lesbian sister of biology." ---- Family Guy
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best signature ever
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Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
Before we too into the Dust descend;
Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and--sans End!
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-Jamie
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Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
Before we too into the Dust descend;
Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and--sans End!
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Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
Before we too into the Dust descend;
Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and--sans End!
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