does raisin bread start out with grapes?
it was somewhere in a dream, somewhere in a dream... as the rain fell all day, eventually the softball game scheduled for tonight was rained out, so sleep might have happened early, and it did, actually, for an hour or so, but then something woke me, the silence, and i turned on the tv and started reading email and communicating locally a bit more and glancing up to catch some views of the people on tv and details are in the comment section...
actually, i am more likely to have my head explode than to go the way of the detroit casket, but either way, it's a mess...
one of the meetup organizers made me the host for a theatre meetup, so i am going to see Assassins at the Mad Cow Theatre on July 6th and hosting lunch at Urban Flats first... hosting just means being the contact person and greeting everyone and trying to make everyone feel welcome, not that one person can actually make a person feel anything they don't already want to feel, but encouragement helps...
i dunno if the group is public, but if it is, you can find my first event here... like a proud momma, i birth...
I shall perhaps lay down now... if i do, sleep will come in moments, or a few, and tomorrow will be clearer, though perhaps less insane... enjoy it your way, and thank you for the love that inspired this:
PS... what?
actually, i am more likely to have my head explode than to go the way of the detroit casket, but either way, it's a mess...
one of the meetup organizers made me the host for a theatre meetup, so i am going to see Assassins at the Mad Cow Theatre on July 6th and hosting lunch at Urban Flats first... hosting just means being the contact person and greeting everyone and trying to make everyone feel welcome, not that one person can actually make a person feel anything they don't already want to feel, but encouragement helps...
i dunno if the group is public, but if it is, you can find my first event here... like a proud momma, i birth...
I shall perhaps lay down now... if i do, sleep will come in moments, or a few, and tomorrow will be clearer, though perhaps less insane... enjoy it your way, and thank you for the love that inspired this:
redrum... REDRUM!
stasi?
the small brown fox joined the west german secret police?... what?...
42 redrums spoken in a row and nothing happened, but after the 43rd, johnny showed up...
Il mattino ha l' oro in bocca... Was Du heute kannst besorgen, das verschiebe nicht auf Morgen... No por mucho madrugar amanece más temprano... Un 'Tiens' vaut mieux que deux 'Tu l'auras'... All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy...
madness is only contageous to the people who want it and the people who are afraid of it...
your laughter, tears, praise, well wishes, and concerns are much appreciated... i did get 4 hours sleep last night and the softball game was cancelled tonight, rain-out, but words keep calling me so i wrote while the tv played two movies, Resident Evil and Invincible and a Stargate since i've been home and wired i still feel...
Milla, I lust you...
ya vul, too...
ok, i'll cheat and call this an entry, just so there's one for tonight, or tomorrow, cuz all thisgeniusinsanity should not be kept to myself, after all, selfish i am not, mousaki...
thank you mucho, deeply...
someone save my life tonight...
you helped :)
PS... what?
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posted by candoor at 12:01 AM
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but seriously now, if you remember me next as a woman would you seriously considering sharing your matrimonial bed with me?
think hard before i knock at your door as such >;)
Just remember if you two honeymoon together that you ain't got no business in Room 237, even if there ain't nothin' in Room 237.
signing in again
mawwaige?... mawwaige is a sake-wid awwaingement...
just tonight a young friend was talking about finding me a woman... there it was after a night of dinner with twenty or so people followed by many dozens of people hanging and dancing at a local club... there were some amazing barely legal bodies dancing in skimpy clothing, and then there were the people i hung out with, a fun bunch of diversity and energy... after schmoozing, dancing, and general hanging around, while walking, home, my young friend brought this up... we've got to find you a... i forgot the word he used, but he meant a woman...
he even called to talk about it as i was driving home... nice to have someone caring like that... we agreed that the woman should be able to keep up with me, be an equal... we'll see how he does in finding one...
as for you, we'll have to see you dancing in a mini-skirt before we decide about the matrimonial bed...
ah, good old room 237, great place to take a bath...
hope cali is still a great dream :)
a woman that can keep up with you?
Candoor - you high maintenance ???
i'm self-maintenance... by keeping i refer to high energy - teenagers seem old to me... humans are a strange species :)
may i ask why you continue to maintain that self at all?
or is that not self-maintenance as understood in principle?
ah, the shallow deepness of a mini-skirted dance.
your friend,
petite jamilla
cuz there's always hope (i hope :)
whetever self you may mean, i maintain because i am, think too, feel three, dance for the experience, even with the belly j used to love to make fum of once upon a candoor...
do i give up and slow down and die all by myself or do i burn baby burn all night long until the one shows up to grow old along with me?...
somehow i will survive...
unless i die...
;ive!
be!
you!
me!
yay!
free!
play!
be!
hope = wanting things to be different than they are = suffering
who's hoping?
no one.
who think there's hope AND moreover it dies last [which is true]?
everyone.
& why does it die last?
hopefool,
yourSELF
i hope
i suffer
i laugh
i cry
i love
i hug
i want
i giggle
i doodle
i feel
i make mistakes
i eat chocolate
buddha would slap me
...but first he'd have to get in line i guess, right behind jesus
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