obviously, they were right, aye?

now isn't that a kick in the head, a dump in the rump, a pow in the cow here and now (how now?)... just when you thought everything was gonna be ok and the world was a good place to raise kids and let it all hang out and be free and comfortable and share openly and dance naked in the streets... or something like that...

but seriously folks (who's folks?... queer as folks?), how could white people ever allow prejudice to exist when some of their favorite things in life are black and brown... coffee... chocolate... oil... george washington's teeth... how can anybody take white people seriously, i mean, except for the guns and the bombs and the way they kill people left and right, what have they done for you?...

who are you, anyway?... i mean, if you were going to respond to that last momentary tirade and only that momentary tirade amidst all the billions of momentary tirades and tyedyes and tie-one-ons and tie a yellow ribbon round the old oak trees around this rambling web, who might you be?... curious minds want to know, after all... bloated bellies, on the other hand, could care less...

might as well eat at the olive garden again... last time i was there i built my own tour of italy... three entrees and an appetizer... smoked cheese fondue... mushroom raviolis... shrimp and scallop alfredo... and eggplant parm... the waitress loved me, but it was just a one night stand for her... for me, the meal lasted a week... cuz i'm clever like that...

pink floyd is on tour... not of italy, but then, maybe... yes is on tour... the moody blues might still be... henry rollins was just in town... my friend stephen is spotlight poet at infusion tea on wednesday... so many others... so much to do... still so lonesome (something about blue)... but monday, who do you share monday with?... somebody must be something really special to be sharing monday... me, i'm gonna start playing softball on mondays, just so i don't have to sit home alone and watch the words go by (or not go by, for that matter)...

not having cable might be something of a blessing... the tv sits in the corner over there and it's not even mine... in fact, now that i think of it, i have not owned a tv (that wasn't stuck in storage 1600 miles away) since january 2001... of course i did live with a couple of couch potato tv junkies most of the decade, but i didn't even think about going out and buying a tv... and there's not even no intellectuals around to impress neither...

there's more room for music... and there it is, playing from the $10 portable cd player through $10 speakers and a $10 woofer box as if it is an audiophile's dream and she (jewel) plays over and over cuz, after all, that is where we left off... then and now, apparently... and besides, i am not sure where the moody blues cds are just now... will i really love where i left myself when i finally find myself?... meanwhile, the sugar rush is buzzing around like two dozen fireflies at a wasp's convention and nothing can stop the bliss (except maybe a knock at the door from just the right person who could inspire a whole 'nother kind 'o bliss, but the likelihood of a butterflies are free type neighbor in these southern nights is probably as rare as a shoe salesman at an amputee's festival)...

have i incited a riot yet?...

i really ought to cut my nails, come to think of it (not that anything really lead me there except a crack in one that distracts me now and then)... but you needn't worry cuz i'm gonna find my vitamins (vita-mines?) any day now and start buffing up again (yeah, just as soon as the swelling in the left leg goes down, aye?... hard as nails, that's me... just looking for the right hammer to make sparks with whom to do that too)...

ok, so the babbler is a tad subdued tonight... it's the bloat, but could be the music, or the after-weekend lull, and the fatigue of lack of sleep, and of course, our old friend loneliness, but still the giddiness, even in slow motion, just will not let me down (as much as i might like to fall sometimes) so i am bouncing around a whole lot more than the words seem to be tonight... but i'm sensitive and i'd like to stay that way...

so i stay away from people...

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lolololololololol . . . what? . . . lolololololololol

people who pour psychological trauma into words and put them to music are what?... geniuses making money selling emo to people who've forgotten (or never learned) how to express their own feelings, not to mention people who stop at car wrecks cuz they want to see other people worse off than they are cuz it makes them somehow feel better about themselves (there but for the grace of selfishness go you?)... get a dog...

no, then again, don't take it out on a dog, keep praying or something like that... and i really wish my leg was not as much as a distraction as it is, but being that it just doesn't seem to be finding a comfortable position tonight (and the bloated belly isn't helping), i surely should have oughted to have gone to bed a few hours ago when i was sitting here nodding off instead of consuming delicious foods just cuz they were in the fridge... and what surely should you have oughted to have gone and done today?...

what was the point anyway?... just to air the dirty laundry?... just to put it out there like a ticking bomb waiting to be found by the match to blow everything connected to it up?... people are so into destruction, they don't even realize when they are doing it anymore... and they are so good at ignoring the warning signs (and shouts from the rooftops)... the rock is gonna fall on us...

meanwhile, i've really got to get the wax out of my ears...

so while i play with my wax, you think about all the wonderful things you didn't do today and imagine doing them tomorrow, then think of all the wonderful things you did do today and remember to write them down so you (and others) can read them on those rainy days when nothing seems to go right and you forget you control your own weather...

i think i'll go write a lonely song now... have fun :)