there never seems to be enough time. hours go under supplied. minutes pass like water through an open hand. things have been haunting lately. eerie. frightening. on a level. of subconciousness. somewhere. there. and here. the gone out lights. the 666 on the lottery ticket. the cat caught in the drawer. the phone line buzzing up. the things. that don't usually happen. happening. all the time now. and... the dreams. dreams. haunting visions of another reality. some place inside my brain has no law. no rule. i've been destined to visit there the most lately. the cuts on my foot. the cadillac and getting shot. the squeezing of her foot. the other things. haunting. my mind. it all mixes together there. somewhere. i am lost in my own world of nothingness. it all makes some sort of sense. yet. it doesn't. my mind is constantly burdened. smoking. toking. choking. smoke. i'll have to give up my recently recreated habit. my addictions. my writing is in a slump. for now. it may be today. i don't get along well with tuesdays. or any days for that matter.