Wow. This came sooner than I expected.

So I was watching Insomniac Music Theatre on Mtv (the only real times I watch it - when its name sake is apparent) and all this music is something that makes you feel good. Or at least, feel. You know how it is. But then the clock chimed and I realized I get tired, so I decide to go to bed - it's 4:00 am, mind. I'm in bed for all of 5 seconds (seriously) and then a whole pack of new lines hit me. No, attack my brain, and I have to write it down right away. I snatch my notebook and the nearest pen and don't even bother to put the light on (it's pretty dark; only a night light to see by) and start writing. I put it on eventually because tired eyes straining...yeah. Anyway so I start writing and then it just keeps coming, like there's no pause whatsoever to consider what it is I'm writing like there usually is, it just comes out. So I decided that I had to put it here while it was fresh. For some reason I think it sounds like a song. I don't know how that happened...

Brand New Broken Record
Insomnia is my excuse
for spending my wasted youth
awake at night
with a violent mind
and no time for an answer
when the phone rings
but no one called
you spend all your cash
at the shopping mall
and the bookstore's where you find
your entertainment.

Education takes the blame
for inspiration, lack of shame
in being someone else
for popularity.
Irregularity
is the name of the game
which you like to play
in the summer
when in the pouring rain
you want to take a walk
but no one lets you
and they're gonna forget you

Leave your warning at the door
spontenaity allows for more
reflection on the things you could have been
you should have been
at the rock show that night
someone yelled out
and it started a fight
that the band came down
to be a part of playing
but they lost

So when you're out of good ideas
And you want to know what it's like to be a
star, like the Brat Pack, or Cameron Diaz
You eat for posterity and drink for the camera*

So once again I'm sitting here
with nothing but my inspiration
a pen a paper and my name
and my wasted youth


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So. Whatdya think? *beams*. I think I'm gonna go to sleep for real this time...
Oh yeah, one more thing. The line with the * was added as I was typing...