lips, hips, dips, and jesus

oh, and of course, puppies... oh, sweet puppies, how i love to pet you, to stoke your fur, to tickle your sweet spots, to curl up and cuddle and soak up the love... but this entries is not really about puppies, or petting for that matter... it's not even about cuddling and it's certainly not about jesus, though there may be a reference down the line, no, this entry is even more random than the title and may be another in a long line of internet browsing inspired entries that once were caller browsing, not to be confused with browsings, which was supposed to be your turn, but before we get too carried away with recrimination, insinuation, lubrication, or lucid dreaming, for that matter, let's get right down to the latest in blogdom gardens that have yet to actually become one, true confessions... yes, sweet savory soap company, in conjunction with juffy lube, now bring you...

true confessions, part seventy four (at least)

cuz she is just too adorable, i will not masturbate to her alluring photography (this last one has shocked me awake when i look at my desktop, which (seeing my desktop, cuz all the windows almost never close) is rare enough for me that i usually forget the image i put on my desktop, which shocks me awake and into laughing at myself and my momentary hero worships and impulsivities all the more)... when i stare into these eyes (though there is not a good enough image of her eyes for my eyes yet) i can believe she knows... and sometimes when i am at a spill canvas concert, i imagine they are singing to or about her...

of course one of the previous seventy-three (cuz i know you are just dying to ask) was the seriously scary-intensity of the allure of her eyes,or her eyes (neither of whom do their eyes justice in their flickr sites, but i've seen what their eyes really look like all those years ago (and probably have copies of those images on my old laptops too), but that's another story, and another, and another, for that matter... la dee da dee da :)

when you send words through the mail
do you let them go?
or do you hang on to every word
because you just have to know
you have to know

the challenge for this year will be using the internet as freely to find inspirations as randomly as i have in the past because the connection is so slow and sometimes simply bogs down and shuts my browsing down, especially on high bandwidth sites like myspace or anywhere like it (in terms of bandwidth, not in terms of content)... but of course that didn't stop me from adding yet another new blog to my own personal meglomaniacal webworld, now did it?... awwww, just when you thought i was gonna slink on into a funk over not being able to browse the pretty pictures anymore... alas, the true purpose of the internet will have to wait until next year or so for me... c'est la vie... c'est l'amour... c'est la la... and of course, c'est la puppies (and dreams of petting, naturally)...

so says c'est la pop news... and to think, i was just beginning to explore the infancy of the video me... anyway, it was this alien who introduced me, quite unknowningly, of course, to the new world of tumbltapes, though i have no idea if it plays music or just lists it cuz of the lack of download power at this end... maybe if i just leave the site open and forget it for a while... though it was actually soup that stumbled me in at first... of course soup did also lead me to this other site and and while i haven't really used the word boner much in this life, nor even heard it for many years, i must admit to some amusement ever few posts...

perhaps it is the music... jim croche's photographs & memories followed by keith richards' talk is cheap and now, the 1996 studio recording of jesus christ superstar, the one with the cross for the t in star, has some curious alternative lyrics, and that cast alice cooper as king herod... i suppose i might say i dug this out of the bags in reference to the references to jesus in today's communications, however for irony or whatever, the cd has been sitting in the next up pile with a half dozen others (two of which have already played and been mentioned and Chicago's only the beginning is up next), so perhaps divine intervention had nothing to do with it, like everything else emerging from the ether, the unknown, or the mist...

because if i could touch you, i would take your hand
press it to my lips and open your eyes
catch them with mine and stare for a time
burning your image into my mind
and if i could kiss you, i'd let myself go
wherever you'd take me, i'd follow your flow
riding your fantasy you would find mine
has been to love you time after time

oh, but it is not the chaste holiness alone that makes the world go round, now is it mergatroid?... no, lust plays it's role as well, though it's certainly been put on the back burner for me for some time (so we play with our internet fantasies and imagine what it would be like to know the people behind the words, behind the eyes, within the heart and mind... to make me smile, to colour my world, to stop to share the moment and know yours and ask the eternal question, does anybody really know what time it is, cha... and can we share an icy cold chocolate rice milk, or rich creamy hot chocolate, depending on weather and mood, of course... this is just an internet kiss, after all... and in the end, the fun is in the teasing, but the dream is to make it real... isn't it ironic...

can i explore your skin until we find
that spot that will drive you out of your mind
so you can leave the world outside behind
and travel through your senses to where everything is kind
in your fondest fantasies when you let everything go
to fly to that perfect place only you know
can i explore your skin from here to there
and help you make the whole world disappear

oh yeah, trust in my hands oh brothers and sister and know the laying of the hands that will set you free, halleluya and all that jazz... from the purest innocent of the holiest unconditional love known only to infants, idiots, aliens, and a few odd people who missed the boat when it sailed off to normalcy to the purest lust (and perhaps just as innocent, if you understand the intent and see through the fears) of the holiest unconditional passion known only to soulmates, feral savants, aliens, and a few odd people who were not in line when they handed out fear, guilt, shame, and recrimination for feeling good... amazing what a touch of honesty can do for the soul, or the body, for that mater... i mean matter, i think...

but then, maybe the world will never understand the ramblings of this fool who rides the pendulum from one extreme to the other in and out of mind... the dichotomy is there are no limits within the mind, but there are unwavering limits outside the mind, the primary (and perhaps only) one being honesty without harm, an expansion (or simplification, depending on perspective) of above all else, do no harm, which is kind of like the do unto others as you'd have done unto you, unless you're a masochist or socio/psychopath, of course, but i prefer the simplification of, just love, honest love...

and on that note, i believe i will let these eyes close and slide into sweet sleep as this entry has taken us on close to that magical mystical (and mistical) 4am time... i hope you enjoyed our journey tonight and the play it inspired... and to the players invited into the babble, you know where i am and for you, the welcome is always out... even if i hardly know ya :)

nite nite :)