So as I sit here, I am close to dozing off, and every once in awhile, I close my eyes for a split second and can hear a voice...now, I'm not insane or anything, I suspect that it's either because of a dream trying to come in, or maybe it's just my ears messing up due to the borderline sleep...either way, the voices almost sound like they're talking to me through a can, or something to make them echo a little...bottom line is, this amuses me, so I'm posting what I hear in order:
Alright.
Keep your footing.
Is he the original urinal. (or maybe "Is that the original journal" or "Can I see the original journal")
(these are random thoughts that popped into my head almost immediately after staring blankly at nothing):
Let's go.
Racecar driver.
Undead zombie sh*t.
Fight sensitivity.
Twisted metal.
No smoking.
Ir e la escuela. (yes, I know that's wrong grammar, but it's what I heard)
Mushrooms.
Kerosene necklaces.
Effed' up.
Donkey d*ck. (lol wtf...)
Terryaki.
Carter.
Web control.
Silky.
Good jobs.
This diq.
Blue apple pie.
Eh safety.
No fire.
There's smoke in it.
The gas is burning.
There's no smoke in it.
But the gas is burning.
So what.
Fire.
Electrical on/off.
Pigmentosum.
Considered little sister.
Pagan.
But, cheese.
No, butt cheese, butt cheese.
Hehe, gross.
George Meyer. (dunno who that is)
George Meyer is a musician.
Yes.
Carpentry.
Racist minerals.
Coffee house building.
Pumpkin pie -brownies-.
Hey Zeus. (or Jesus, but pronounced in the hispanic way)
Diet.
Burn in hell.
That's better.
Jack cuisine.
Monetary value.
Quick, cancer.
Long *ss time ago.
Cheatin'.
Crazy lady.
Spiderman 3 -d-.
And here is where I decide to stop, lol
Again, I am not insane, only on the verge of sleep.
EDIT:
Looked it up,
http://victor.library.ucsb.edu/index.php/talent/detail/45632/Meyer_George_W._composerI seriously had no idea who this guy was...lol...not until I looked it up....
and all I have to say is:
o.o
>.>
Subject: Dozing off 
