Now the world has gone to bed,
Darkness won't engulf my head,
I can see by infrared,
How I hate the night.
Now I lay me down to sleep,
Try to count electric sheep,
Sweet dream wishes you can keep,
How I hate the night.
--Marvin
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Hooray for everyone's favorite chronically depressed robot! Your photo is sort of confusing, though. What is it? Maybe I'm just oblivious.
what you are looking at is the part of a bicycle you put your butt on. from the back. and some lights and other things which includes (but is not limited to) some of those big concrete barriers they use at 30th Street.
if I'm not mistaken.
and I'm not.
I thought your poem wa... oh...whats the point.
I get it now! Very artistic :-)
electric sheep?
woah! he's an actor, he's a singer, he's a fiction writer, he's a screenplay writer, he's a photographer, and now he's a poet? Snaps for Sam!
wayy to be upbeat for once.
Sorry: I didn't write it. I thought I made that clear with the "---marvin" thing, but i guess not. anyhow, it's from "The Hitchhiker's Guide"
marvin needs antidepression pills!
Nice photo. Beware: Marvin-depressed poems may create depression in individuals.
"What's the point?"
alright then...
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