8-January-2009 6:25AM

The dyslexia that insists in this pre-caffeine subset of time not only have I observed its effect on the eyes, but those of the ears as well; the radical focus of which applies itself in tandem to the subject at hand (my own dear fault) being relentless to the point of cruelty eradicates from memory those examples that would have supported the statement just before the semicolon. Early morning bus travel, yeah, and those stated conditions are only the beginning for those pitfalls, traps and snares that survive like roaches through a nuclear winter.

This constant flux of players: one acting confused and notable altered from not achieving that want of the perfect seat, a red-donned steeple-hat capped “Seattle Times” reader splayed out like a great blockade into my field of vision, Mr. Clean with a scarf and neat arrangement of salient pre slumber, and this one guy that when caught in a conversation saying the word, “pies” so well that I can say for sure that at least two people in vicinity wanted some right then…etcetera.

~It’s like their minds are turned on at full tilt in spite of the near-fossilized statures they portray emanating their inaction personas like lighthouse beacons on a clear and sunny day. Static, such as those microwaves that underlie their hum to that of the organized crackle of apparent waves and frequencies that bombard at present they are, indeed.