20th December 2010
a country in Africa.
Since I have returned home from the recording-studio two and a half days ago, I haven't been able to sleep ... at all. All this staying awake during the day has apparently unbalanced my rhythm, and the fact that a full moon is approaching doesn't really help things either.
Everything seems to be vibrating around me (more than usual that is), and this damn SEXORCISM that I am working on is slowly beginning to drive me nuts.
By the way, about three hours ago, I had the most interesting vision: I was dancing on a marble tombstone, dressed only in shadow & moonlight, performing a semi-baroque interpretation of "It's raining men" by the WEATHER GIRLS (in a broken falsetto, of course), when a group of handsome, old men came out of the trees behind me, dicks in hand, and slowly began to shower me in their warm, golden piss.
No, actually, I just made that up. After all, I would NEVER do a cover-version of such a stupid song. But I seriously need to sleep ...