The Rusted Musket

The other night I unexpectedly woke up sometime early AM and caught an ounce or two of my dreamy twilight in a bottle so that I could share it with you on this blog.  What were my innermost dreamlike thoughts? They were this; battle sounds from a computer game I played before heading to bed and this rap song from Kiss FM.  I’m annoyed at the triviality of my until then unexposed hidden subconsciousness.  How worthless the things that penetrate my mind.  I didn’t even know the drivel I poured into my head on the way home from work and during video game time stuck around tucking itself in my gray matter till I happened to intruded upon its private slumber.