Saturday, February 21, 2009

Between sobriety and sleep, there is an empty space that allows the brain room to wander about.  Its far too late to speak on a human to human basis, but not late enough to retire my active mind to that Swedish foam pillow that contours perfectly to my weary head.  Right now I just want to devour hand-fulls of dry cereal and post unimportant entries to my otherwise useless blog.  I wish I could better convey these silly thoughts into some eloquent poem, but for the most part I am stuck with these words with out any escape plan.  Maybe next time I'll write when Im a little less tired, and less apt to waste the readers time.

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