all we are saying...
ok, being a follower of reluctant proportions, it took me days, at least, to stumble in line behind the z and that's after years of procrastinating about which or what computer to buy knowing all along tht anything would do what I wanted it to do as long as I didn't ask too much and I didn't download incompatible junk...
so I am a Firefox user.... I'd much rather be a Firefly user, because the girls are so cute and Mal has a real hero ethic perspective going... but more than sex, this week was about love... love, love love, to quote the Beatles scholars, John and friends who got by with a little help from all of us in spite of the stones cast by the folk living in the glass houses on the hill...
and once upon a time I ran more regularly and slept more regularly and mode love more regularly and it was not that I was any sort of regular guy, but I was more balanced... and it is, as the prophets of the Moody Blues once said, a question of balance... and a matter of trust, to quote the sage with the two first names, Billy Joel (not completely unrelated to Bill Jack, I suppose)...
and so I drift teary eyed from lack of sleep into the mystic, to follow the Van (not too far removed from the Jim, I suppose) from one warped tour to another... the white van that meg and Dia drive around, no doubt, would be just fine... but the energy wanes even as this entry begs to take off to the wild blue yonder where rainbows begin and end (at least as far as we can see, but then, we should know there is so much more and so many colors to a rainbow, as the holy man Harry preached in the time of Caanan and Carter, just before the dawn of the even of Reagan....
and the jesters sang senseless oratory as the band tuned up for the final song, a grand crescendo of peace and hysterics, rocking from the cradle to the grave and the stage in between... not to forget the minstrel Don of the McLain mclan who reminded us all that this world was never meant for one as sensitive as birthed to be free and not buy into the age old fears or rules that empower them...
and unwed mothers cry in shame
while old men priests play the blame game
condemn you but don't ask your name
false virtue is their claim to fame
behind the robes they wear their masks
to cover their unholy tasks
in the name of god who fronts for greed
and teaches liars how to need
while truth and children left to bleed
are too put down to take the lead
with pessimism running high
idealists try to touch the sky
and pragmatists just make ends meet
while realists live on the street
in the great letting go
it's all part of the show
even if we're the last ones to know
and so all is much better well (to come out of the dance with odd muses and return to the present in RealTime™ experience where painted ponies go round and round and wild horses come to carry me away)... you don't have to have imagination, most people get by without one... but just in case you are of the few who do, bless the beasts and children with me one more time while I relate the late night thoughts flashing randomly through the synapses in which I realize consciousness in this life...
as I am slipping into the seductive sounds of Jarah Jane Personal CD that reminds me of so much I could be overwhelmed if that was possible, but as it seems not, I am fulfilled from afar with the mysty memories and fanciful fantasies and hopes for humanity, or at least the one cuz sensuality is not dead yet and neither am I...
take me back to Jen Chapin, why dontcha...
but I never wanted fame (and not so much fortune as I gave it all away)... all I ever wanted was one devoted soul, one number one fan, one insatiable lover, one uncompromising promise, one mother sister savior daughter, one honest love, one partner in crime to share everything... to be the cheerleader and the cheer... to share the pedestal of mutual worship and idolization and passion for being together, always... to actualize the peace of unconditional trust... someone to, as John Denver and now Jarah Jane say, take me home... yes, and to know all we are saying, is give peace a chance...
together as one...
nite nite my friends... maybe you dreams come true and even if they don't may you still dream them and believe they can...
so I am a Firefox user.... I'd much rather be a Firefly user, because the girls are so cute and Mal has a real hero ethic perspective going... but more than sex, this week was about love... love, love love, to quote the Beatles scholars, John and friends who got by with a little help from all of us in spite of the stones cast by the folk living in the glass houses on the hill...
and once upon a time I ran more regularly and slept more regularly and mode love more regularly and it was not that I was any sort of regular guy, but I was more balanced... and it is, as the prophets of the Moody Blues once said, a question of balance... and a matter of trust, to quote the sage with the two first names, Billy Joel (not completely unrelated to Bill Jack, I suppose)...
and so I drift teary eyed from lack of sleep into the mystic, to follow the Van (not too far removed from the Jim, I suppose) from one warped tour to another... the white van that meg and Dia drive around, no doubt, would be just fine... but the energy wanes even as this entry begs to take off to the wild blue yonder where rainbows begin and end (at least as far as we can see, but then, we should know there is so much more and so many colors to a rainbow, as the holy man Harry preached in the time of Caanan and Carter, just before the dawn of the even of Reagan....
and the jesters sang senseless oratory as the band tuned up for the final song, a grand crescendo of peace and hysterics, rocking from the cradle to the grave and the stage in between... not to forget the minstrel Don of the McLain mclan who reminded us all that this world was never meant for one as sensitive as birthed to be free and not buy into the age old fears or rules that empower them...
while old men priests play the blame game
condemn you but don't ask your name
false virtue is their claim to fame
behind the robes they wear their masks
to cover their unholy tasks
in the name of god who fronts for greed
and teaches liars how to need
while truth and children left to bleed
are too put down to take the lead
with pessimism running high
idealists try to touch the sky
and pragmatists just make ends meet
while realists live on the street
in the great letting go
it's all part of the show
even if we're the last ones to know
and so all is much better well (to come out of the dance with odd muses and return to the present in RealTime™ experience where painted ponies go round and round and wild horses come to carry me away)... you don't have to have imagination, most people get by without one... but just in case you are of the few who do, bless the beasts and children with me one more time while I relate the late night thoughts flashing randomly through the synapses in which I realize consciousness in this life...
as I am slipping into the seductive sounds of Jarah Jane Personal CD that reminds me of so much I could be overwhelmed if that was possible, but as it seems not, I am fulfilled from afar with the mysty memories and fanciful fantasies and hopes for humanity, or at least the one cuz sensuality is not dead yet and neither am I...
take me back to Jen Chapin, why dontcha...
but I never wanted fame (and not so much fortune as I gave it all away)... all I ever wanted was one devoted soul, one number one fan, one insatiable lover, one uncompromising promise, one mother sister savior daughter, one honest love, one partner in crime to share everything... to be the cheerleader and the cheer... to share the pedestal of mutual worship and idolization and passion for being together, always... to actualize the peace of unconditional trust... someone to, as John Denver and now Jarah Jane say, take me home... yes, and to know all we are saying, is give peace a chance...
together as one...
nite nite my friends... maybe you dreams come true and even if they don't may you still dream them and believe they can...
Labels: amused, babble, balance, bliss, cheerleaders, computers, dreams, emo, energy, erreverence, heart, heaven, hope, mtmm, muses, music, psych, semi-philosophy, singing, sleepdep
posted by candoor at 11:59 PM
12 Comments:
good morning, good muffin, to you :)
Bye bye, Miss American Pie
from the chevvy to the levy ...
Great roller coaster narrative
just like a Mystery Tour
through the hall of fame
taking a walk down Memory Lane
"Penny Lane ..."
Everybody now
"We all live in a yellow submarine..."
Glad you got your laptop into gear, and enjoying what it does, rather than being 'bugged' by what it can't, don't or wont (will not).
more muffins please :)
ah yes, the Beatles references would not get by one of your astute education, hooray for that :)
focusing on the positive is so much better than most anything else, although a good mutton sandwich with a lot of mustard and mayo and a large chocolate covered pill makes for a long strange trip it's been worth venturing into now and then too, also even...
in the town where I was born lived and man out on the street and he laughed at all the fools who were too afraid to greet him with more than noses turned up to the sky with caste distain and so he lived his life in peace amidst the stream out of the main...
shhhh, I've got to got work now and review behavioral statistics and and assess and recommend and watch people try to ignore me (how I love to watch them squirm :)
on their merry-go-round, that is...
happy days :)
can't talk on bittorrent coz i've never used it.
soulseek i used and i can tell when you tell it to exit (by right clicking the birdie icon lower right next to the clock on the status bar), then it quits for good.
both from my understanding are peer-to-peer networks, so they search many other people's computers and when they find a file (mp3/avi whatevah) that you're looking for, they talk directly to that computer and attempt to download from there... but bittorrent finds the file in N computers and attempts to download bits and pieces from everywhere at the same time, so like it's faster than soulseek which only talks to one computer at a time, but hell like it opens 870417230471 pipes at once & if you don't set it up properly it will hog down your resources and you'll crawl while downloads are happening.
or something like that. you go find out for yourself, i can tell you about jumping out of an airplane, but till you do it, ain't the same!-)
& didn't you forget a small detail? your 17th yahoo ID is????????
I sent you an add request, figured that was enough... my 17th yaho ID is yawhoidnumber17
real creative, huh?...
what day is it?
what night is it?
nevah saw no add, added you now, if i'm at work and you're at home, call me so i can send you the 8.5 mcafee.
Still looking for your Yoko
Whatever the rest thought
It was clear John thought
she was worth trading it all in 4
everybody dance now
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