Midweek Ramble 10.06.08

Sleeplessness, clock watching and Numerology a good mix these do not make.

0447 hours - 4 and 4 are 8, 8 and 7 are 15, 1 and 5 is 6.

6 is when I am meant to get up, but it is not 6 and this appears some time off, the Egyptians revered the number 6 as it symbolized the Pyramid in the most basic form for base, middle and top.


1
11
111


6


0448 hours - 4 and 4 are 8, 8 and 8 are 16, 1 and 6 is 7.



7 is when I am meant to be at work, though this is not often the case, the Egyptians also thought this was a powerful number though more on the evil side as it disrupted the flow of the perfect number 6 which of course formed the Pyramid and allowed Alien life forms to communicate with us via the power grids and linkages with intergalactic Telecom, I believe of late they have been forced to open up their lines to competitors in the hope that competition in the universe decreases the horrors of monopoly, not that I minded that game though it would appear I have landed on Go To Jail and can not pay nor roll double's to get out, never passing go never getting that $200, must be the Top Hat I play with, too ostentatious perhaps.


0449 hours - 4 and 4 are still 8, 8 and 9 are 17, 1 and 7 is 8.



8 will have seen the 3 Wise Diabetics come through for BSL testing and insulin administration, these 3 will not bring frankincense, myrrh or gold though they do come to worship at the medical altar and more than once have they heard me proclaim myself to be God so we are attempting to keep up appearances, soon the 4 Methadone Horsemen will come through the segregation entrance for the daily dose, and truly do they represent Fire, Decay, Pestilence and Death though they’re not up to riding their White Horse's, well at least not until 30 minutes after the hit.



I need to look away from the clock, not a healthy clock this thing, surely other time pieces would not hammer my mind so, I think of Edgar Allan Poe and The Tell Tale Heart, I can hear my victim's heart beating inside that bloody clock, the beating is different now, louder, not in the clock, in my head, only three minutes have passed, things not looking good at this point, need to slow the dervish down somehow, tie it to a tree and beat it like a rabid dog until it submits to a different part of me which surely must be slower and more peaceful, funny using berserker violence to quell the noise to instil peace, sounds as futile as the same process in the Middle East but anything's worth a shot at this time in the morning.




So that's what I did.





A shot of Jack, or 3 (no! Stop with the goddamn numbers) and a crisp Steinlager Pure.






Didn't sleep,









But I slowed the whirlwind.










The Grey Madness, Gollum, his 6000 year old dog and the 6ft White Wabbit.