August, 2003 deep sleep it felt like empires rose and fell while i was snoozing there. deep dreams, big adventures all obliterated in an instant by the deet-deet-deet of the digital alarm clock (na ja i pause to think about everything) clock-clock-clock goes the tock on the wall click-click-click goes my swatch deep-deep-deep goes the clinking of my dreams and so-so-so goes something else i can't identify a cat is growling in the hallway like someone drawing a bow across the lowest string of a cello and vienna's noise is white and low
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