December 5th, 2000

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Insomnia's twisted new philosophy of life (for the day...)

disciple - "Oh, master Insomnia, I have travelled far... can you enlighten me at to the true meaning of life?"

insomnia - "Snrf! >>yawn!<< Meaning?! Huh? What's that?"

disciple - "Surely there is a meaning to life, master..."

insomnia - "Oh... yeah, that. Couldn't you just make something up? I was kinda resting my third eye..."

disciple - "...but I have travelled so far, enlightened master. Surely just a word of wisdom..."
insomnia - "Ok, ok... I think I have a meaning around here somewhere." >>digs through Chinese takeout leftovers and rummages up a few kung pao stained slips of paper<<
"Oh... Here's one for you. The meaning of life is... um... to give others sublime pleasure."

disciple - "Are you sure you aren't just making this up?"

insomnia - "Would I do that? It makes sense, really. People can't always be counted on to make themselves happier. Self-gratification has its limits. By making others happy, you can make yourself happy, at least if you do it right. There's a right way and a wrong way to do it... but I'll let you figure that one out. So make others happy. Give them sublime pleasure... Yeah... that's pretty good. Now get off my mountain top and let me sleep, before I sick the goat on you!"
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Be careful what you wish for...

At work, listening to "Suspended in Gaffa"...
it's entirely too appropriate. Nothing can happen fast enough,
I can never get there soon enough, and now that I have most
everything that I really want in life, the one thing I don't have
time for is sleep. ;)

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Suspended In Gaffa

Out in the garden, there's half of a heaven
And we're only bluffing
We're not ones for busting through walls
But they've told us unless we can prove
That we're doing it
We can't have it all
(And I want it all)

He's gonna wangle a way to get out of it
She's an excuse
And a witness who'll talk when he's called
But they've told us
Unless we can prove that we're doing it
We can't have it all
(And I want it all)
(And I want it all)
We can't have it all
(And I want it all)
(I caught a glimpse of a god, all shining and bright)

Suddenly me feet are feet of mud
It all goes slow-mo
I don't know why I'm crying
Am I suspended in gaffa?
Not until I'm ready for you
Not until I'm ready for you
Can I have it all?

I try to get nearer
But as it gets clearer
There's something appears in the way
It's a plank in me eye
With a camel who's trying to get through it
Am I doing it?
Can I have it all now?
(And I want it all)

I pull out the plank
And say thank you for yanking me
Back to the fact
That there's always something to distract
But sometimes it's hard
To know if I'm doing it right
Can I have it all now?
(And I want it all)
Can I have it all now?
(And I want it all)
Can I have it all?
(And I want it all)
I can't have it all
(We all have a dream... maybe)

Suddenly me feet are feet of mud
It all goes slow-mo
I don't know why I'm crying
Am I suspended in gaffa?
Not until I'm ready for you
Not until I'm ready for you
Can I have it all?

I won't open boxes that I am told not to
I'm not a Pandora
I'm much more like
That girl in the mirror
Between you and me
She don't stand a chance
Of getting anywhere at all
(And I want it all)
Not anywhere at all
(And I want it all)
No, not a thing
(And I want it all)
She can't have it all
(Mother, where are the angels? I'm scared of the changes)

Suddenly me feet are feet of mud
It all goes slow-mo
I don't know why I'm crying
Am I suspended in gaffa?
Not until I'm ready for you
Not until I'm ready for you
Can I have it all?

� 1982 by Kate Bush Music Ltd./EMI Music Publishing Ltd.