The Brain in Free Fall

I no longer consider myself to be an insomniac, no, I am but an Early Riser. 2 hours sleep seems to be all that my frazzled brain will allow me. I decided to document what I could remember in those few seconds between dreamscape and landscape. Here is the result of one of the oddest.

The Brain In Free Fall

Why am I in a Tin?

You're in a Cubicle, you're not in a Tin.

I'm in a Tin, I told you to take me to a hot dirty beach and you've put me in a Tin.

I had to bring you here, you're a badly torn girl and you need stitched.

I may be badly torn but I need a hot dirty beach.

I leave the Dear Reader to decide what fate should befall me. Asylum or Straight Jacket?