My teeth taste funny today...they seem more jagged than normal.nI've been told that I have been grinding them like the gears during my dream hours...nI wonder if it's just my thoughts fusing into one frequent dream...nOne which parts with the night.n(There are frequent amongst the walking crawlers).nnI saw them dragging the other day.nScraping their knees and elbows against the bumpy pavement.nBlood tracks have been filling the streets.nSeems the high horse is taking them all home...nI can't leave myself out.nWhy should we sleep today...nwhy should we awake tomorrow?nWe can just pop back a few and drift though this pre-programmed flight.nnAcross all oceans...a windy, noisy trek...nthis seems to be what I've needed.nThe view used to be better...lands are growing into one.nWe wanted it this way. We were brought up to grow into one.nI'm going to fly up soon and seek other lands. The soothing air of flight...na bird's eye view into what I've always imagined life could be.nWill it be sought after?nIt might just be useless writing and ideas that laziness will corrupt in the end.nBones of dust need hardening. I think the prescription is found.nnSleep on...fly on.nIn your mind, you can fly.nnMy teeth grin oddly today...nthey seem to gleam more than normal.nMaybe it will be noticed.n(That's all we ever asked for. Grinning through it all......)nn(In the corner the thinker things: I seem more jagged than normal.nI am the episode of constant wandering.nA nomad in my own surroundings...this hand produces the nerve.)nnWalking dead.