11:17pm

We are lost in a tangle of limbs. Where do I start and where do you end? The television is on but only a dull drone to our beating hearts. We hold tight, afraid to move. If we do, time will collapse and we will be stuck again in dimensions too simple for our souls. These suggestive meanings that were inspired define the actual. And for you, listen to the voice of god, laughing at our plans. And for you, my body; have it, experience enlightenment, the rush of knowledge that only comes before midnight. And for you, laughter; let it peel away the flesh that surrounds us both.