speaking of sleep...

sleep?...

to perchance?...

therefore i do what?...

meanwhile, if there was only more time in the days of this life i would visit this word-space more often for amusements appear to be appearing here right before my eyes (does that mean they exist right before my eyes or only behind my eyes is not the question, whatever it is better to be)...

personally, once fear is disemboweled, everything is amusing, musical even, in it's own way... even could be a serious thought provoked or inspired (and what is the difference, after all?... even though i almost always only answer questions i find amusing, i usually wander around and behind and about a point so much i forget whatever it might be i first started to say in my response and therin create my own questions within the word-play that forms between the ears hanging from the head in which i think i reside in some strange way (ever the understater, or understatesman, for that matter, though personally, i'd rather be understateswomen, but that's another story i've long forgotten for the moment), or so it seems after i pause to look up at the screen and see what the fingers at the end of the hands attached to the arms extending from this body i loosely call mine might have done... what?)... yes.

i think i've been dead, therefore i may have not been, but i think i am now, so am i?...

sleep?