I didn't lose my mind, I merely misplaced it
yes, however many hours later and here we are again... all that's come between us (that would be this entry talking to the previous entry as us, mind you) is work... a solid block of work work work... but wait, I fooled them... yes, I put in some serious work for at least tenn, maybe eleven of the seventeen hours, but for a few hours I was gone and they never knew... gone into my own little world of words and what came out are two entries for the babbling fool (granted, a lot shorter than the usual, but something and three different rhymes to compliment {or disparage, depending on your perspective} the behind the candoor entries)...
and just think what might happen if I ever find my mind...
I really don't need it much until I fall in love again... yes that broken record and yes, everything is threaded through this hopelessly hopefuly romantic dream, but that's besides the point...
may you enjoy what few brain cells I did find...
so I just got home and reheated some lasagna for me and Precious and we're watching Fuse, which has become our favorite music TV lately... though I still think the pants-Off Dance-Off is mostly disgusting... especially when they censor the cute ones...
oh, you thought...
anyway, if I can stay awake to upload the other five entries I wrote last night I'll be doing good... well, even... and next weekend I'll be doing this madness of a double shift immediately following an all-day into the night outdoor festival concert (Warped Tour)...
I may still lose my mind yet...
so in closing I say to all who are reading (even if you're the only one), love life... it's way too short to do anything else...
PS... in what may be a blatantly vain attempt to demonstrate my diversity (as opposed to my blatant perversity I suppose), I include here, for your ease of use and as definititive proof of my madness, links to all the entries I just uploaded in my sleep-deprived stupor (all written in a few fevered hours last night as the a few of the various voices in my head dances through my fingers)...
there's a new entry in candora for the love sappy crowd... and a new one in mostly dead for the pity-party crowd... and a new entry in lovewarp for the been-through-the-mill crowd... and then there's an expanded real-world entry behind the candoor...
oh yeah, and then I wax, well, maybe waste poetic to the intellectual theme of tell me all your thoughts on god, sort of, as I ponder the spirituality of my navel and try to put it into the bigger picture in these two entries (wow, huh?... or burp)...
mind?... what mind?...
and just think what might happen if I ever find my mind...
I really don't need it much until I fall in love again... yes that broken record and yes, everything is threaded through this hopelessly hopefuly romantic dream, but that's besides the point...
may you enjoy what few brain cells I did find...
so I just got home and reheated some lasagna for me and Precious and we're watching Fuse, which has become our favorite music TV lately... though I still think the pants-Off Dance-Off is mostly disgusting... especially when they censor the cute ones...
oh, you thought...
anyway, if I can stay awake to upload the other five entries I wrote last night I'll be doing good... well, even... and next weekend I'll be doing this madness of a double shift immediately following an all-day into the night outdoor festival concert (Warped Tour)...
I may still lose my mind yet...
so in closing I say to all who are reading (even if you're the only one), love life... it's way too short to do anything else...
PS... in what may be a blatantly vain attempt to demonstrate my diversity (as opposed to my blatant perversity I suppose), I include here, for your ease of use and as definititive proof of my madness, links to all the entries I just uploaded in my sleep-deprived stupor (all written in a few fevered hours last night as the a few of the various voices in my head dances through my fingers)...
there's a new entry in candora for the love sappy crowd... and a new one in mostly dead for the pity-party crowd... and a new entry in lovewarp for the been-through-the-mill crowd... and then there's an expanded real-world entry behind the candoor...
oh yeah, and then I wax, well, maybe waste poetic to the intellectual theme of tell me all your thoughts on god, sort of, as I ponder the spirituality of my navel and try to put it into the bigger picture in these two entries (wow, huh?... or burp)...
mind?... what mind?...
posted by candoor at 4:37 PM
2 Comments:
Well at least I had time, or should I be morehonest, I took the time to read one of your bursts. Cannot say if it is the best, since I have not seen/read the rest. But it surely must be the one closest to my 'chest':
"consider this – what if each child is born in touch with an instinctive ability to grasp, or at least be open to enlightenment or what some call God's love… is it the responsibility of that child to be strong enough to oppose and not buy into the fears and narrow paths that his or her parents and other children and other elders take and teach?… and how alone would that child be if he or she actually survived in opposition to the status quo… "
I'm not gonna presume to be a swami or guru, or even close to Jesus (near for sure, but a little lower than the sandals onhis feet).
I think, and I do dare think, you point out, and there is a running theme:
Should I be alone, is it better to have loved and lost than never to have lost. But so many get into relationships for company, and then are still alone, or worse need time out from each other. The being alone is the strange concept. Why feel alone when alone, much worse to be alone in a crowd. Why the desire for company?
Is it something you were taught, is it natural inherent. Wonder what it'd be like if people kept kncking on your door, kept wanting to get in your head, if not your bed. Like a rising pop star, when everyone wants a piece of you.
And then look at the past, look at all the moments of madness, all those moments of frenzy, and think I am glad to be alone, and though a day a year may seem too long, someone will soon come along, when I am completely at home, with who I can be happy and get along, no longer be alone.
But it is no good losing heart because she did not come last year, last month, yesterday, tomorrow or the morrow. know that she will come, and you no longer need feel alone.
Imagine the love of your life says I'm off for a year, around the world. True love would let her go and know that she would return. That is love, that is not being alone. Q
See I did find, or rather 'make' the time to read the rest.
From poems of love doen to the last (1)two (2)entries.
(1)On two (religious haters) so many people just jump at a word. Why they don't like Christians, and then tell you all the things people do they themselves don't like or prejudge those who claim to be Christians on. Like not liking a 'band' because you don't like some of the fans. Does that mean you cannot nuy the DVD to listen to because you like the music, and
(2)entries: a return to the above
laters ... Q
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