Between the id and the superego on a starless night

One of those corny Gino Padilla song moments just happened.

This could not be happening to me!

For protection I will try to be vague.

At exactly 1:50 am of February 25 2007, i just realized something. Whapak. Great Scott.

This is like trying to divide any number by zero.

Wrong timing.

I wonder how this could be "controlled"?

You will laugh again. And it will happen in the concrete sense. At least that is a chopped up version (read: edited) of what an important character once said in my so called life. Play music here and then fade it after a minute.

Well i see trees of green and red roses too, but i could not help thinking that the after taste of that double espresso is so macchiato-ish. Argh.

Shake it off shake it off. Too much taebo.

I look up the dark ceiling and try to catch the imaginary play ball. With my luck the ball could fall on my face and give me a shiner. It's heading towards that. Either I roll off the couch or wait for it to hit me.