14 hours of sleep, oh my

2004-08-01, 1:18 p.m.

midday breaking the gray metals, shards of curling tin falling from the sky that land just beyond my sight. weird day, bloated with hours of sleep and dreams and now with my body enraptured with converstations and silly gossip, i need to get up.

the wind circles though the hallway, around the tables and under my legs en route to the sliding door; spilling out again into the open expanse that has no bounds. somewhere out there is the water that rippled under hazy rays of supercharged particles that cracked and fizzled and radiated shades of white and yellow. somewhere out there is a synapse of wild notions, caught in a tunnel of neurotransmittors, blinking like a strobe light :.::...:..::..::..::.:....:.::.:..::.:.::.:::.:

find a wild notion to bring home, crashing into reality like a semi-truck and it will leave behind a fabulous indent from which to build on