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Dream - rehearsal of death. Insomnia - a rehearsal for what happens after death. In the dream, you see, hear, smell, well think, but don't own your body. During the insomnia you do not possess a much more important weapon that you refuse to self-justification. And every act committed yesterday or 20 years ago, is remembered in all its ugliness, and it is not clear what to do, how to be with him, with his life...

Everything seems so far away, a copy taken from a copy made from another copy.
The insomnia distance of everything, you can't nor want to touch a thing, and nothing can touch you.

Who has not suffered from insomnia, he does not know his biography.

The dial of the smoke is almost not visible
Sticky from sweat, smoke at the ceiling,
From the speaker faintly heard van Cliburn,
And on the wall all the same the pacifist icon.
And I can't sleep...
Can't sleep...

They say there are two of insomnia, they are like two sisters. One comes when you can't sleep, and another when you Wake up in the night. The first is the mother of lies, the second is the mother of truth.

I almost don't sleep anymore. Not five hours a day, and sorry three. Office of heaven cut my rations. The end of any quarter of heaven, not otherwise.
This is probably why I'm running out of words. But if I pay once, that the sulphuric acid rain would finally erase all that tired to stare myopic eyes. Apparent domestic eyes probably still remain, but to deceive ourselves about it will not.

A terrible time the night - too late for yesterday, too early for today...

Remember that no one has died from lack of sleep. Anxiety about insomnia is more harmful than the insomnia.

The best cure for insomnia is to sleep.

Insomnia is a fee charged for a rich imagination.

Insomnia is a scrutiny of your own gut in the black mirror of the night.

- And you do like the guy, hang a poster: "a single woman".
- I'm talking about your insomnia.
It's all interconnected. If you had a man, except... You are worried about the migration of moose?

Insomnia tortured. Tossed and turned, suffered and decided: why not pop along to one friend and boyfriend, it is like anything, a little really boring, but loves adventure!

I couldn't sleep. Because of his thoughts, well, Dani was snoring like a drunken boar. But mostly thinking.