The workings of a very confusing and occasionally philosophical mind. I am not sure if my life is anything worth reading about, but maybee you will find some entertainment out of it.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
sleep
Slowing down, his pulse is dropping. Electricity fires less and less in the brain. Moving in synch with the erratic beat of his music. Thoughts end before they begin, rythm takes over. Spinning, reality crashes to a halt. Slowing, heart beat is weak. Laying in his bed - he plummets into bliss.
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