the candle is in the fire

as opposed to burning at both ends, metaphorically, i suppose... meanwhile, sleeping a couple of hours less than i'd hoped to tonight seems to be the general pattern of life since i returned to the corporate world and day shift, so perhaps i will die of a heart attack like most corporate junkies and fail in my attempt to be a hippie for life after all... dontcha just love these wide-eyed doh! moments?...

as i just mused in a comment reply to a long lost and dearly beloved reader, why am i awake?... amused about it, no less... ah, perhaps to answer this question... or this question perhaps... or maybe... this way, if i can find my babblefish… but in fact, it might have been museart and yet, in further fact, i was lead there by anna-lys, who lept into the sidebar twice (it's the music, not the mirrors) as she drew me over to her lair via commentary at the infinite expanse of quasar9 after i pondered the clickity loopiness at latest current momentary offering from the mind of z0tl… not to discount the lust interests alluded to in the previous entry, which should not be overlooked for the passionate memorial to the sunburnt southern cali sages (not to mention landscape) that continues from the prior to the previous entry that returns us to the onion and all the other layers that pass as branches off the tree of madness so subtly slipped in between all the other wooden statues along the sidebar forest…

but i really do not have time for such musing just now as i am only here today because i woke early after passing out fully clothed in the big green chair (it's the fully clothed part that is exceptionally rare as i usually disrobe into shorts and a t-shirt upon walking through the door after work) and rattled around a bit until finally waking to find myself called to email to check on current events and good thing i did for the Friday concert venue changed and while noting that, i saw the comments left here so i arrived and responded and therein this entry was born only to die, or perhaps pause suddenly as i must shower and prepare for another long day of rambling on verbally as the training fair continues until late afternoon when i shoot out to the coast to catch Spill Canvas, Meg & Dia, and others playing in St Pete tonight… alone, again, too naturally, alas, but fun fun fun nevertheless cuz nobody can take my t-bird away anymore…

so thank you for the musing and the visits and the kindness and the inspirations and the love and the affection and the questions and the passionate embraces and the lingering enchantments and the great escapes and mysteries and curious glances and i meant what i said and i said what i meant every word in the previous post meant for you who come here and i hope life is fun at your end of the line and may you enjoy your day too :)