tham tham tha thamp

minutes, machines and the rest of it all
of lived time subconsciously
with no sense of time, no sense of
existence

words spoken with no apparent purpose
just to state, just to pose
and amidst the eerie silence that surrounds

there are reverberating bass lines

hallucinations

lack of sleep made him hallucinate. he saw scenes, many, many, behind his closed eye-lids, burning from within. scenes that made no sense whatsoever. the hallucinations were plain, clear reflections of his core consciousness.

it was only a 200 GB hard-disk.

woeird

difficult words, easy words

nine letters or more rarely used,
digested fine

small words why or how or what or who or when
never understood at all

if only I knew
if only I knew

there is always the next question
or another small word

calckity clack clackity clack
dhu-duh-duh, duh-itty duh!