The Subconcious Si
By birksy
All those crazy thoughts, they are the prelude to sleep, disassociations merge, and what's left makes a sweet smile cross my tired face. It is my subconcious trying to break through, and it's a crazy beast, runs riot but rarely malevolently, it entices me to slumber, with its tempting analogies, and it is hard to resist my friend, my being, the subconcious Si, it's a pleasent place to be. Written March 11th, 2002 © on Mar 11 2002 07:31 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 10
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