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May 22, 2005 00:23

have you ever had one of those days that seemed like a slow waking nightmare? you know, that kind that creep by, minute by agonizing minute, your numbed brain personified in the cross-eyed, drooling gaze aimed at the clock. five minutes ooze by. you blink - another three are but legend. people trickle in three at time periodically throughout the day. they wander about aimlessly, stopping periodically to contribute to the horrific cacophony of out of tune instruments. saturday at Guitar Center is like spending a day working for minimum wage at a home for the mentally challenged, forced to listen to the off-key harmonies of a manic-depressive choir - the kind of aural torture that earplugs can only supply little protection to. this lasts for twelve hours. the odd harmonics caused by such dissonant co-mingling of strumming, plucking, popping, slapping, telephones, intercom pages (Robbie X, line 7!)and the dreaded GC radio combine into one terrible roar. it ricochets off of the high ceilings and multi-faceted walls of the sales floor like the lost, tortured soul a of banshee vying desperately to escape from the orange pegboard walls. eventually, the shrieking, musical wanderlust dies down and the banshee drifts out the doors. the most pleasing sound of the day, the shallow click of the deadbolt, seals the banshee outside until tomorrow when it will return in full fervor. but for now, i click on the vacuum and find respite in its steady hum - the dust-filled drumroll heralding the approach to temporary freedom. solace is found in the cool, inviting arms of cotton and down; enveloping me, protecting me - my linen womb. for what is hours but seems only minutes, i am but a cosmic speck. for all i know, in my sleep my body no longer exists. consciousness slips away to another place, and for a time, reality is all nonsense. for now, in this perceived moment illustrated by an overdose of endorphins, i am not the corporate worker bee. in this cloudy state of faux reality, i am not animated tissue. for this one perfect moment my energy and that of the universe are one. the banshees shriek shatters my slumber - it followed me home. i focus my eyes and gaze angrily into its glowing red eyes. i'm quick and flip it off. after preparing myself for the day ahead, i take one last look into the crimson eyes of the banshee perched atop the blacklight. to the banshee i say, "i'll see you at work."
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