Sleep is SOOOOOOOOOOO Overrated

I just ended an interesting odyssey. From 4pm Monday afternoon until about 1am last night, I basically didn't sleep. I had a 30 minute power nap on Tuesday morning and a couple hours of tossing and turning Wednesday morning. 57 hours! I did it all without the help of caffeine or drugs or anything. I was running on pure rage, on pure love, on pure fucking uncut aggro-fueled desire and......FUCK! I have writer's block! Sometimes if I just keep writing I get past it, so here we go. This may make no sense, but I am gonna keep writing. Feel free to tune me out at anytime, but I must warn you, that you may miss out on something so utterly fucking brilliant, that your life will be just a little bit poorer without it. Does that sound a little bragadocious? Why the fuck did my font just change? Where the hell did bragadocious come from?
I love punk music and good hip-hop and Chuck Mangione. What? Did I just type that? What the hell? Fine, it's true, Chuck is good punk rock, hip-hop, adult contemporary, death metal and pimpin' all rolled up into one smooth pimp daddy sound! Wow, I feel dirty, but fuck it. Where the fuck was I? Oh yeah......

I was running on pure rage, on pure love, on pure fucking uncut aggro-fueled desire and I hate this fucking font......This is much better. Now, where the fuck was I?

I was running on pure rage, on pure love, on pure fucking uncut aggro-fueled desire and untethered honesty. I saw myself in my purest form. I laughed like a motherfucker while shedding tears of absolute sadness. I loved myself while utterly loathing who I have become. I saw the universe and it was my image in a mirror staring back at me. Have you ever taken the time to really look and dig deep inside of your mind, heart and soul? You should, it's scary as hell, but also very liberating, if and it's a big IF (i know so few people who can actually be themselves, they don't have the stones to do it, too worried about how they are viewed by others) you sit and don't judge what you see and what you learn. It's not easy, I spend 50% of time not judging and 50% of the time being my own harshest critic. But those lucid moments when you don't judge can be fucking beautiful.
I was gonna spend this post talking about music that moved me during my little sleepless adventure, but somehow got off on this tangent, so I am gonna cut it now. 

I want to send a quick shout of peace to new friends, old friends and friends that need to find some. You know who you are. Peace