sleep deprivation, peels depravity, part two?

Walking home under the old Uptown theater and were there any stars inside they'd have soul. But it's been long boarded up and now painted brown.
And were there any stars in the sky you'd make some sort of self-serving wish on one. You've learned to do this from Jimminy Cricket as a little boy.
"Hey young mayn, c'you hyepp me out wit some chaynn?"
Were there any chaynn in your pocket you probably would have hyepped her out. But just moments ago you realized the chaynn you were carrying was exactly enough to pay for exactly one plain McDouble, so you figured what the hell, right? And you spent it on a plain McDouble.
And were there anything in your head, anything, it'd be brilliant, you're thinking to yourself.