2004-05-25 - 5:59 a.m.

Day broke like a poorly manufactured ceramic icon, a mass-produced Virgin Mary like the ones you can buy from a ninety-nine cent store. Restless and relentless -- while the world dropped off its axis and through the fingers of sleep, I was revolving around my own mind, picking through an altered time like balls of lint. I am the personification of kinetic energy, the last living decendent of unmolested consciousness. I am time unwound, the sun's rays slipping unsoundly through the window like scattered beans, a cacophony reverberating infinitely, until nothing is left except everything.