I've got RHCP stuck in my head

That's a good thing, in case you were wondering. Anthony Kiedis, Flea, John Fruiscante (did I spell that right?) anyway: cool band, cool guys, kickin' music. Californication is one of my favorite CDs. And one that Dani probably won't hate me for liking. Anyway, I'm on p. 92 of Purgatory, I work today, my neck still hurts (oh wait, last time it was my back) {fuck you, little editorializing voice in my head} [ shut up, guys, I'm trying to sleep ] |it's like a face that I hold inside, I face that awakes when I close my eyes, a face that watches every time I lie, a face that laughs every time I fall, and watches everything| (it's no surprise to me, I am my own worst enemy, cuz every now and then I) {cut my life into pieces, this is my last resort} [SHUT UP GUYS, I'M TRYING TO SLEEP]so yeah. It's like that face in side is right beneath my skin, ya know what I mean? The hands, the hands, and the people, the handsWarning: we are losing molecular cohesion.Sorry guys, reactor breach, dangerous insanity leaks, I'll call you back later. Only this isn't a telephone.-Mattador