The most thunderous , oppressive noise. A steady beat ... can we even call it that? Beat intales a rythmic brother . A enjoyable , foot tapping , finger snapping , tempo, that even the most untrained ear can hear and comprehend.Beat brings forth audible stimulants to memories, good times , maybe bad... No beat is not the word, the word I want to use is drum.
Beleive me , i do not refer to the one heard at the rock shows, or even the one behind the jazz bands lead singer, carrying the song from somewhere in the background. No, not even close. And we all know this sound. Everyone has heard it , even visually watched it. And yet , it never changes. Few constants can be found....this drum does not stop.
This creation does not evoke memories..no, try longings. The longing in which to create a verb. Go , leave, walk ,run , faster now, oh wait.
. Shit .
Nevermind....that drum is still there. Where to go, what to do. Timing every move. When to go , when to leave , when to walk, when to run......















God someone turn off the clock....




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