I wake up in the morning with these huge random bruises all over my arms and legs. I don’t flail in my sleep, as far as I know. Maybe I do some serious battle in my sleep and these bruises are the aftermath? I’m not sure, but it is getting kind of weird.
-according to my psychology notes, it is possible that you are suffering from REM Behavior Disorder in which the sleeper makes wild, violet movements while in REM stage, even if the dream they are having is quite peaceful.
I want a time machine. Not only do I have a thing for time travelers, I have a thing for historical figures. I do not want said time machine so I can “mend the mistakes I made” or “regain hopes lost” because if I did, I would be a totally different person. I want to time travel so I can chat with Charlemagne, socialize with Shakespeare, dine with Dickens, and linger with Lincoln. I would definitely creep on John Keats, Jane Austen, Alexandre Dumas, O’ Henry and others.
Ice flow nowhere to go. Ice flow nowhere to go. Lost in the blinding whiteness of the tundra…check him out.
They call him the shrew Arms in short In with the claw..
[Vince:] I’m little Johnny Frostbite Moving around Freezing you up Freezing you down Like an icicle Coming in your tent In the pink light Scissor bite
[Howard + Vince:] Arctic Death!
[Vince:] Infinite Light
[Howard:] Call me Tundra Boy Because I move like an arctic
[Howard:] When the blizzard strikes I disappear like a pipe dream All that is left is the gleam On a tent peg
[Howard+Vince:] Boosh, Boosh, Stronger than a moose Don’t Lock your doors or We’ll come through your rooftop Stop, look around Take your mind off the floor Because the Boosh is loose And we’re a little bit raw
Ice flow, Nowhere to go! Ice flow, Nowhere to go! Lost in the blinding whiteness of the tundra!