suspended sunday

tomorrow brings sunday!..........layers of mundane life cover the undercurrent or torrential thoughts........the waking eye with every wink glances at the dark corner.........neurons connect to unfold the image of all possible probabilities...........from the most straightforward success.........to the most unthinkable eventuality.................but i have a PLAN B for every situation.......armed to the teeth with an answer to every combination the dice of destiny is to deal me, i will go to sleep tonight, reminscing the comics i spent all day reading, blissing my ignorance, daring the code............to deliver or be severed...........at the south pole, wind blows only in one direction................................north.