Jibberish

[Ann Bingham]

against odds
and will
night fall rises
so will i
the pleasent sun
missed.
white sheet blankets
a restless mind.
the sun stilled missed
beauty persists.
Silence...

[stilltrucking]

graveyard shift
false dawn
sunlight
living counter clockwise
the night life no good life
but it was mine
books on tape
nature sounds
surf
wind chimes
takes a trick
to sleep
listening to The Big Sleep
back to the days of radio
sleeper teams
seventy miles an hour down a mountain
takes a special effort to sleep
laying down letting go
eyes shut
if nothing else those are the about smallest weakest muscles we got
they need their beauty rest
then on the edge of sleep
semi crazy simi conscous


I worked graveyard for years, wears you down.
But I loved to dirve at night
it was different.


I have a tendency to gibbersish
just vanity
god I love my sh*t
sometimes I think it don't smell
my sloppy writing I mean


if you can't sleep at least get some shut eye. Them old Buddhist monks were way ahead of western science. I ain't saying east is best, I am saying east or west take the best and use it

I get by the wired sleeplessness by listening to audio tapes. It keeps me still and laying there = hell I am rambling agian

Any muscle system is subject to fatigue when it is used continuously without periods of rest. Although muscles of the eye do not work against forces outside the eye, they do exert forces against each other, and they become "fatigued" from periods of continuous ocular activity. As eye muscles are not unique, they too show evidence of fatigue when visual tasks require added effort and concentration. And, they too recover their optimal levels of function after rest.

http://www.pc.ibm.com/ww/healthycomputi ... 3eyeb.html


Going to edit this thing pretty soon.
sleep tight

I went two weeks with out a good nights sleep this month. That is rare for me. A good night is when I have a sweet beat feeling after a good days work. Don't need no sleep aids. My mind at ease.

just the beauty of silence
The southern pacific comes rumbling by
rumbles my little shack by the rail road tracks
I sleep on
When I was a kid my bedroom window facing out on Pulaski highway the main drag beteen Baltimore and Philadelphia before I-95 was built. The windows would rattle from the constant truck traffic. I would sleep like a baby. I would spend a week in the country with a friends and could not get to sleep the first night. Too quiet.

[Ann Bingham]

snowed, no work
to scared to drive
don't like sliding.

love getting up at 5:30, but if I get to go back to days I think I shall miss the salitude of an empty house. NO school today, but they like to sleep in. Sorry I ramble.

snow will melt
roads will clear
hi ho hi ho
it's back to work I go.


so I do need some rest sometime today, but for the moment I will enjoy this time with the PC

Nice you are here.

[stilltrucking]

Ramble?
Ramble
My middle name

[Ann Bingham]

you hit the false dawn right on the head

and you say you're no poet.

Night driving, o.k. on open road.

Right now I think I have an addition to this place. It shall pass.

Sloppy writting. Don't think so.

Need to t.v. or something on to preoccupy my mind to sleep. Know about the too quite thing.

Think I've been on that highway. God years ago, well not that long.

Sorry. I ramble, tend to go on and on and on and on...
yeah that point.

Motherly duty calls.

love lots
Deb.

[stilltrucking]

eskimos got a lot of words for snow they say
truck drivers (long haul coast to coast) got a lot of words for sleep.

Seems like I spent twenty years on the edge of sleep

semi conscious and highway hypnotized. I could be asleep and talking on the cb to another driver, surreal conversations.

A truckers nightmare, a dream about driving a truck and you wake up and by god you are driving a truck

yeah I got to work too

talk at ya latter
TV is excellent too.
sleep tight,