sittin here on my 1 oclock high facing a soundless measure of eternity and humming along. reflected in a million windows blinked out of a million eyes like tears. what your soul sings in moments like these has a slight offkey quality. every other line or so pours forth with real emotion- and the others drip stickily in order to preserve some kind of flow. mental racetrack sends my head spinning again. thinks to herself "thinking sure is a mess" and then i realize the silliness of those last few lines. and the randomness to which this has turned. i had a point. pricking a hole into the fabric of reality. the goo of chaos leaks out and obscures any sense that may have existed a long time ago in a galaxy far far away... please don't sue me. this devil screen with its pulsating colors and connections to the world in steady beats lulls me away from the prying-scratching-throbbing that my self indulgent melancholy bestows upon my conciousness. its funny how many people can send me into reverie and call a slight mist to my inner eye. time ticking softly indicates to me that my conglomeration of syllables and intonation has come to a well deserved end. illusion and reality meld in a softserve wave of--- nevermind it ends here.