Ooooh... Money.
It's green
It's keen
It's... paper.

Paper?
You mean,
Just wood pulp?
Yup.

Entire
Countries
Live and Die
Off the stuff

But it's
Just paper
And ink
Nothing more

It's amazing
How we are
So dependant
On paper

It makes
The world
Go round
...round...?

But,
You'll have
To excuse
My ramblings

For I
Must go to
Work, so I can
Earn some more money.

Cause you can never have enough of that.

Nuerons crippled
Spastic thoughts
Oh God, no
It's happening again

Funny how it all
Works out like this
20 ounces
Eagds, that was pure caffiene

Now it's a good
Two hours
Past my bedtime
And I can't stop typing
My eyes are stapled open
Without staples, at that
I think my watch beeped
Three o'clock

Should I risk
Trying to sleep
Before work?
Will I wake in time?

Oh, hey she's online
I guess I'll talk to her
It's not like
I just saw her tonight
(Oh wait, I did)

Now it's pushing five
And I haven't shut my eyes
But it's okay
I'll just have some more caffiene