devotion
the CD has played at least a hundred times this week and I only opened it on Thursday... that's where I was yesterday in RealTime™ and I completely forgot that there was an internet... though I did feel the words and let them flow a bit (the results can be found over at btc and pc (which is planet candora if you remember and were reading there back as far as 2003, or was that 2002?)...
mostly I was feeling the music and voices...
and singing...
I even missed the 200th episode of Stargate:SG1 which was on my mental schedule for a couple of weeks cuz I like the show and say ads for the 200th episode for weeks... profound, no doubt.... I bought a MaD T-shirt, so of course it's true love...
this morning I woke and listened more... and then I finished the two entries I just uploaded btc and along the way I wrote an entry over at my myspace blog and browsed and sent a bunch of add requests to MaD fans who I found over at the MaD bulletin board where I actually read for hours to learn about them (can we spell groupie?) and I even posted a few messages on the boards (I thought I'd given that up years ago when newsgroups went corporate)...
and here we are, RealTime™, just us catching up on where I've been... I'm going to click on your blogs now and finally read more than a few lines (your sticking with me is much more appreciated than I show)... and if I have time, I hope to read a couple of other wonderful inspirations (there are too many to link, so just click on the right for more if you have time for more)...
mostly the time (in physical world terms) for babbling has come from taking back my time at work and putting projects aside and rambling for the past week... that's how almost sixty (or more?) entries popped out btc and a dozen or so rhymes were written (some uploaded here and there)... and the lyrics I am listening to help remind me that I can do anything just like you...
thanks for being here and love your weekend too J
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Sometimes in a hurry to get old
sometimes trying to catch gold
before the hot trail goes cold
Sometimes in a hurry for the City
Sometimes lusting for the night life and the bright City lights
And then wanting to slow time
and wishing for peace sublime
Then wanting to leave the bustle
and hear the country leaves rustle
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