in these hazy days of yore at the present, the weekends become a refuge
for the lazy cravings that find their tired way to required sleep, but
that is not to say that we want to be asleep… all throughout that two
day respite, there is no wanted call for activity, but at some point
there comes to the infrequent rabidity a pause for more action to be
made… whether it is for that food of the gods of the moment that does
the trick for sustaining life further, or for the temporary time when
the sleeping awake to change the channel away… falling from the
conscious format in front of the television medium, few can afford to
suppress the flow of random odd bits and bytes launched at the average
passive viewer, and the godless television screen corrodes the
electrodes of the mind without the proper buffers in place….a safety
kill switch perhaps… just sit back, take your medications, and prepare
yourself for a walk through the wall of sleep into the land of dreams…
too many thoughts for everyone to count on all together, but separately
we are able to decipher those small codes arranged in our daily lives,
the rituals that feel desecrated if broken… we all seem to need our
little spaces of sanctuary in the deepest reaches out there….whether
merely to objective jester or the subjective sorcerer manipulating
forces of fate to learn the most necessary of lessons life has to offer…
the living balance of possible relayed information threads that
contradict and cauterize open cuts made by the vicious gossip that
penetrates and sinks the ships, the negative torpedoes blasting off from
those leaden pants weighing down the two-faced master bait, and those
nasty drifting nightmare foes appear as degenerates everywhere in the
fading light of day… the sanctity of home becomes a lost cause when the
monotonous thrill ride comes close to watering the flowers on your grave...
