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"So when it’s black,
this insomniac
take an origional tack.

Keep the beast in my nature under ceaseless attack.
I get no sleep.
I can’t get no sleep.."

Having recently reversed my circadian rythem, and adapted completely and quickly to a nocturnal lifestyle, I have been presented with an interesting perception on the changes in people’s temperement and disposition throughout their waking hours. This subconcious study, in turn, has granted me with a view of my own fluxuations in disposition and temperement. My attitude and humor in the morning is sober, priority and execution oriented, and organized. The moments after the cloud of sleep lifts completely is a peak; one of perfect precision and short term comprehension. As the hours pass, input begins to weigh into the subconcious…as it records and constantly replays loops of minor occurances. Much like music. In fact, I am reminded of early middle school dances… the music seemed awkward and contradictive at first, but by the last song I had no desire to stop moving my body. Throughout the day my subconcious fills and I get more and more relaxed… as I’m able to dance more comfortably with the input. Judgement begins to wane… perception and suggestion gain more ground. Wit becomes heightened…making every small detail an ironic coincidence within itself. Laughter is frequent. Catching oneself staring in one direction for long periods of time, while lost in odd considerations, is also frequent. Manorisms that have been often labeled "madness" begin to develop… suddenly insanity doesn’t seem so insane.