Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

It's kind of incredible, really. This past two months or so I have slept, on average, three hours a night. Some days, in fact, I have went without one second of shut-eye for up to three consecutive days. Even after that stretch, when I finally hit the rack I slept only five or six hours and awoke, unable to sleep anymore. My work schedule shifts around week to week. The days I open the cafe at 8am, I usaully just stay awake and go into work perhaps catching my three hours of rest somewhere in the late hours of the night. The days I dont have to work until 2 or 3pm, I usaully sit awake until 8 or 9am and then doze off for a few hours. I'm not complaining, at least, trying not to. What strikes me as really wierd is the fact that I am not tired when I am working. It's become like a wierd trance, some other dimension of reality. I thought maybe it was the beer. So I got on the wagon about five days ago. Not one drop of my coveted barley and hops, and still no change. I dont drink coffee. When I do start feeling a bit weak in the middle of a double shift I just pound back one of those energy drinks and I'm off to the races once again. I tried turning off the TV and lying in bed in total darkness and with best efforts possible, clearing my mind and thinking of nothing but sleep and relaxation......two hours later I sit up disgusted that I can't even think myself to sleep and start reading one of the three books I'm into right now. Next thing I know the sun is up and it's time to go to work. Right now is one of those moments. It's 4:06am and I just spent two hours lying in bed, tossing and turning seeking out that just right position where I'll find my sleep nirvana, nothing. I have to be at work at 11:00am today and pull a double shift, closing the cafe around 10pm. I can't explain it. I think I'll stay on the wagon for as long as I can hold on, maybe I'll start fucking jogging or join the local aquatic center where they let you swim in the big ole fucking pool. Maybe it has to do with the size of this town. I am used to cities, man. Walking miles upon miles in a day, racing around like a kid in candy store seeking out trouble and inspiration in as many new places as I can find per day. Here in this town I can walk around as slow as a snail and still find my beginning point before the sun falls. A bowling alley and bars. I found a poetry reading last week and it sucked ass. Just a bunch of older small town people reading about trees and birds and shit. I got up and read a nice true to heart Yabyum poem and just kinda blew thier faces off. It was fucking awesome and they seemed to like it, at least thats what they all said afterwards, but it was boring. I'm trying to get something together at the cafe, but it's slow going. Insomnia is a whore and she is really starting to piss me off. I even tried those Tylenol PM pills. They worked for like two days and then when the dosage started reaching 6 pills just to feel the sensation of tired, I decided that wasn't such a good idea considering the warning to those who consume more than three alchoholic drinks per day. So here I find myself typing away and telling my dillema to the internet world of strangers. In between googling every word I can possibly think of. Speaking of that, I have visited around 10 sites that talk about how they can search my family roots, yet every single one of them has told me that my last name is unknown and has no meaning. This makes sense to me. Not even my dad knows what we are, although he assumes German. He never knew his dad so we can't ask him. All I know is I am Ronnie A. Klemple the third and we don't exist anywhere in the world. Perhaps the good lord just shat out a Klemple somewhere and he just travelled the globe, staying under the radar shitting out other Klemples and moving on. See? This is what insomnia does to you. You can't even imagine some of the shit that goes through my head during the course of a work day. Sometimes I have no idea what my response was to something someone had said to me, I just know it must have been seriously fucking odd ball by the way they glance over thier shoulder as they walk away with that look of utter disbelief. Yeah......I'll stop now.[/b] [/b]

what can I say... I never have insomnio. I can drink tons of cafeine and sleep eight of more hours without problem. I use to sleep five or six hours at night but I need a siesta to be conscious the rest of the day. To sleep nine hours a day without feeling guilty, that´s paradise.
Klemple, it sounds like there are to much "l". Did you try Kemple or Klempe?

those fucking bastards at the border patrol ellis island early 1900s changed my grandfather's name too. you never know where this shit comes from. insomnia is a bitch. i have no nonchemical solutions, nothing that sticks. exercise tho is good. always warm in the west or something right or are you not in hollywood. i dont know. i have a friend who just moved from nyc to north hollywood and he likes it so far, just a month in, but the place always scared me. i cant sleep when i'm scared. i cant sleep when i'm worried about being scared or worried about being tired or tired of worrying or scared of monsters or noises or overhead jets or nearby nuclear reactors or stuff in the water or too many blankets or the rumbling furnace or cars whooshing by or the paranoid silence in the grass and trees - where are all the fucking birds at 2 in the morning??? someone did something to the birds, and this wall is mere inches between me and the snow and all the bad things bad people want to do to people they dont know or worse, those they do know. i cant drink energy drinks anymore, so my sleep patterns are worse on me now. i lost the taste for them, and i was a 2-3 a day guy on those things, the big ol double big ones, now even the diet ones are too fruity and sweet. something changed in my biosystem after they took out my gall bladder last month and i am still searching for a tea or supplement or something to juice me up in the mornings altho i'll admit i'm up to about 6 good hrs now of sleep per nite, which is NICE. i dont know where insomnia comes from. it's better than the sleep paralysis or nitemares, i guess, or sometimes it's not. i'm not sure. they all suck. benadryl is a good choice sometimes, knocks you out. try that. get some fucking xanax man. have you been to big sur yet? where are you? middle america, even on the edges, has no good poetry readings. they closed down the only slightly artistic coffee shop in town a few months ago. theres one more left, but it's all about God and living pure and colorful fabric wall hangings with rainbows and crosses. we went to one in harrisburg at a museum a coupla years ago and it was run by a ginsberg wannabe and the poems mostly were not very good. cant wait to go to nyc even for a day on sunday, cant wait, will go early and just run around like 2 kids running around big city sidewalks eating and drinking and watching out for cabs wheeling around corners trying to kill everyone. i'm going to drive a hundred miles an hour and get there in 20 minutes and not stop until i'm in bed, wired from the trip, unable to sleep and worried that someone followed us home.

Hey man I feel for you. Twenty years ago I had
terrible bouts of insomonia. Same as you , I tried
over the counter medication, running, meditation ect.
What it was? - "BLOOD SUGAR' before I layed down
to sleep, I would eat three pieces of toast and honey with
crunchy peanut butter. Presto.. I slept like a child. Try it
anyway.. boost your blood sugar, then lay down to sleep.
You might gain a few pounds, but it's minimual. It really
worked for me. Good luck..
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ak47 seeds

I stayed up all night thinking about insomnia.

a wierd trance, some other dimension of reality.

The beat state, that is why I loved long haul gypsy trucking so much.

For some reason I am thinking about St Jack and his first trip west. He awoke in a rail road hotel after a deep nights sleep and stared at the unfamiliar ceiling and could not remember his name/or who he was?. Not sure how Charters said that in her biography.)

Man I am sorry to hear about your sleep problems. Wears ya down I know. Yeah trance states are okay but when the sensory data starts to lie down you got to get some shut eye. Even if you don’t sleep, just resting the eye muscles is enough sometimes

Forty five minute power naps or
Taking a break at work and find a comfortable chair and let yourself nod off.

Those veterans used to tell me that a good pilot is either sleeping or flying.

I hope you never get one of those trucker’s nightmares, when You dream you are driving a truck and wake up to find out that you are. Hell it got so bad that I could even drive and talk in my sleep on the CB radio.

I have not read the whole string but at this point I am wondering if you are powdering your nose?

Be back, pardon the break, be back.

two hours lying in bed, tossing and turning seeking out that just right position where I'll find my sleep nirvana, nothing

I feel sorry for you young punks that grew up after radio died. A darkened room with dim light of vacuum tubes. Listening, nodding off.

I use audio tapes, but I got one of those auto reverse, so all night I listen to Wrath of Achilles killing Hector where Athena left him to die on the run. I get into the story and nod off. Works everytime, You just have to have something excellent to listen to. Can’t tell you how many nights I have fallen asleep during the first ten minutes of The Big Sleep.

I got up and read a nice true to heart Yabyum poem and just kinda blew thier faces off. It was fucking awesome and they seemed to like it, at least thats what they all said afterwards, but it was boring.

So where the hell is it. You know I could care less about you, all I want is the got dam poetry.
Dam what is that woman’s tag line, the one from LR.

Boredom is when you can't do what you want?

Insomnia is a whore

Maybe so but money can’t buy me love
Never seen the good side of a city
Never lost a minutes sleep worrying
I just like that line a lot
Insomnia is a whore, she can fuk up a wet dream.

those who consume more than three alchoholic drinks per day.

I would be in a comma if I tried that
Blessings of longevity, less is more.

Sometimes I have no idea what my response was to something someone had said to me, I just know it must have been seriously fucking odd ball by the way they glance over thier shoulder as they walk away with that look of utter disbelief. Yeah......I'll stop now.[/b] [/b]

I have not read the replies yet so I will probably come back and say never mind about this post.

If you don’t get some sleep you going to get pretty stupid after a while. Is there anything involved here besides booze, pot wires me, I smoke way too much. But sooner or later I put a good tape in and fall down on my bed.