time marches on

in may, no doubt... something is happening to the computer again... the lag time between the typing and the appearance of the letters in the entry box is phenomenally slow and there's bound to be some major glitch happening, if not a bug... maybe it is the new latest update of Firefox 3 doing it, or maybe it's the laptop growing old and decrepit as i have not defragged it in months because i have not spent the time or remembered or something like that...

actually, it's July, but be that as it may or may not to be, whatever the questions (puns not included), and Natalie Portman as Evie is on the screen once again as V For Vendetta, perhaps Rasputin's favorite film (thought Fiddler on the Roof received much attention this month as well),occupies the boob toob tonight...

the end of July, at that, or close, at least, and the thoughts are running amock, amuck, and ama-ass all around the inside of the skull above the shoulders at top of the torso above the naughty parts between the legs that end in feet that run around the bases when softball is not rained out, even as Evie inspires desires from the carnal innocence of lustful imaginings and precious fantasies of first times and sensual explorations once present but now past and only hope holds out hope for future promises of returning generations to sprinkle love love love and wear flowers in her hair as the satisfy their physical hungers without inhibition because, after all, inhibitions are such a ridiculous waste or time and energy and purely reliant on fear, which is the death or life, after all, for those who dare know any moment of true awareness, but that's besides the point...

do words and sensual awakening always seem to come together (right now, over me?)... perhaps this is the case sometimes, perhaps this is the case often when returning from some away time, perhaps this is the case much of the time when allowing the brain to fill up with so many thoughts that explosive decompression is the only way to get the words flowing again, or perhaps it's just the visuals... whatever it is, it is, and after playing with it for a while, it is not, though much happier for the being not, for the moment at least... next they'll want to know what i am talking about, those elusive infamous they, always curiously paranoid and suspiciously fearful of anything that might violate their myriad of hypocritically contradictory rules and regulations, policies and procedures, and various social moprees that confuse, abuse, and refuse to accept life as it is, therein creating the living hell that demands a heavenly fantasy complete with the perfect excuse for irresponsible behavior and ridiculous allowances for any sort of violation of those rules because, after all, stupid is as stupid does and it is all stupid in the first, last, and middles places...

and if i wrap myself around you

but that's besides the point, or beside, at least, so it is elsewhere just like the point, besides, or beside, whatever... so much to catch up on, but what shall were start with, where shall i begin to tell the story of how great a love can be, a sweet love story that is older than the sea, the simple truth that... ah, we digress... perhaps distracted by V, or Evie, at the very least (how fondle i am of her, aye?... pun intentional, no less... and what with five straight days of auditors at work after finally catching up (almost) on the monthly reports even though others were late with their results so my reports were incomplete, which reflects poorly on them and on the organization, but who cares when the auditors are gone, but at least the last two days went well as i made peace with the senior corporate auditor after other higher heads were bumped and mediation was needed (enter me) and life will hopefully continue to improve even if i am never paid what i am worth at this particular private business, i decided to rest tonight and relax at home and nap and sleep and dream and suddenly, the words exploded...

between naps, which is where I went for now (back later)...