Thursday, March 27, 2008


The low hum is keeping it all at bay.  I don’t question where it comes from or where it started or where it’s leading me to.  It stops the other noises from getting in.  It overpowers the nabobs who have nothing better to say than the caterwauling in pubs and the sick, incessant self-grandizing after plays.  The low hum is in the driver’s seat of my brain now.  It hasn’t told me how to do my job or who to kill or what cereal to eat.  Not yet.  When the hum starts to form words, that’s when I’ll worry.



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