What the Hell is Profound?

The day has clocked over into a month. The night time activity of inactivity now begins at a regular show time beginning on the day of next. No more of this sensibility and logic to rule the pillow case. In the absence of noise follows the deafening sound of blood coursing through the brain. Next in line for the throne would be that of the heart beat choosing whether or not it's the right time to slow things down to a pace befitting a slumber. Who cares? When exhaustion is found to be the culprit and no body wants to poke a stick at the inanimate eyelids, a wax museum needs better security.

Soon Van

Tuesday, 22 April 2003 - 07:19

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