yeah, ok, yeah

yeah yeah yeah yeah

yeah well... you say it's your birthday
well it's my birthday too, yeah
you say it's your birthday
why don't we have a good time
i'll change all the words, yeah
write it just for you, ooo
cuz we can have fun now
you know that it's true ooo,
when you believe you

i've got arms that long to hold you
and keep you satisfied
i've got lips that long to kiss you
and legs you want to ride

so why don't we do it in the road?
he ain't heavy, he's your brother


and now, before another line of mangled lyric is uttered, we proudly annouce the forthcoming opening of the (legs?... wait, what are you doing with that spatula?) latest and greatest newest and coolest finest divinest presentation of literary nonsense the blogdom has seem in oh these ten or so years of active public interneting has been alive... yes, look, up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane, no it's - the culligan man?...

what?... work?... in a few hours?... who said that?... someone must be reading me again... whyever would they do that?... spying on me no doubt, the badgers... did i mention i was kicked out of a couple of meetup groups by a rather sad (and apparently paranoid with delusions of grandeur and dictatorshipness) organizer?... yes, you should all go join the group and smile at her, cuz she really needs genuine smiles, though i don't know if she'll ever trust one again... poor thing, she must have been hurt very badly... but life goes on and dozens of other groups beckon, and maybe someday she'll get it, you know...

love when you can
cry when you have to
be who you are
thats a part of the plan...


maybe i'll post the messages i sent to show you what a wonderful guy i am (oh stop the sarcasm already, you already know already, and thank you for the love and trust across the miles... and the M & Ms too... Mikey was here and witness the whole debacle... and he liked it, he really liked it… we were almost in junior high school again (that's middle school to most of you)... but that's beside the point, so leave it be like words of wisdom and continue where we left off cuz this post is for all of you who love me and especially for you happy birthday wishers... yes, it's a throwback post, a little taste of the babbler gone fat, before all the fat slowed him down...

cuz he was just seventeen
if you know what i mean
and the way he looked was way beyond compare
and she'll never know a better lover
than the one she left standing there

that's when my heart went boom
it burst across the room
and all i wanted was her hand in mieeeen... eeeeeee!
so i'll be walking on all night
dreaming of holding her so tight
and before too long, i'll fall in love again
but i'll never give to another
what she and i shared back then
not what she and i shared back then
cuz we had everything back then
budumduh!

this boy, oy... twang twang twang twang...


shades of when the journey all started (yeah, and you thought candora was the beginning, well, maybe from the public view, but so many thousands of pages hold so many millions of words before the holy grail of cyberspace ever came along... memories, from the corners of my mind, ya know...

and just when you were thinking maybe candoor might be resurrected from the depths of quiet contemplation (or decadent bloat, for that matter) to bounce around like the toon he is again, along comes myspace to provide a popular distraction and millions of pretend fans to occupy the mind and keep ego drugged so i can blend in with the humans right here and now like this (or that, even... time to exit, stage right?)...

you want to know me?... you can't handle knowing me (yes, Al Pacino, just imagine the voice and go with it if you really do want to know me... cuz words separate the herd better than anything, you know, and that's the truthplplpl, Lily style... or Edith Ann, if you want to go and get all techno-cull about it)... sheesh, can't anybody take a joke anymore?... whatever happened to laughter, does anyone remember laughter?...

some people just have a distinct shortage of sense of humor...

people...
people who need people
can be the fakest people
in the world...

and i love you so
and people ask me how
how i've lived 'till now
i tell them i don't know
because it's all a dream
this search for honesty
illusions become real
when we share fantasy


ah, yes, impossible dreamers are still beautiful dreamers to me… do wah diddy too… and i leave you tonight with this thought borrowed from the omar of cayanne, or someone more famous that i, someone who could speak and write gooder too... take good care of each other...