I'm poised, hung, on the precipice of the moment between asleep and awake. Currents are floating by, ideas, sounds; it's all there, if you know where to look. The moon is smirking at me, and I am having THOUGHTS. ... Strange days, yes. We're here, aren't we, just standing here, waiting for something, some thing. Music from another room, themes,
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