Liminal

It's nearly 5am now and i've been up for a long, long while.

Approaching the liminal edge of conciousness. See what i see, feel what i feel.

The world always looks better in the small hours of the morning. No screeching horns, yelling folks and the usual hub-bub. Cool, nice, quiet and contemplative. Even the view from my window is nice.

"my lil piece of sleepy suburban estate"

Should really be time for bed. Isn't it? Your's truly went on to make the so-called milky drink nightcap to hasten the process. Automated brain had a lil cock up, before i knew it, the spoonful of coffee powder was in the cup. Fuck. Well, too much coffee never hurts. Now the world looks like:

"caffeine-induced liminal perception"

As i always say, coffee makes the world brighter, happier and less lonesome. Where is the dashing AE86 to complete that picture? I can fill it in by myself if i am still insomniac. Shall read some book called Killing Freud.

At 5.00am.

Out.