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well it is already past midnight in the clock that is my head
and it is already past midnight in the soft but empty bed
and it is already past midnight in the rhythm of the rhyme
but in this blog entry midnight is not merely a time
in this blog entry midnight is a state of mind

i remember a time i started every blog entry with a lyric from a song or a quote from a book or something profound or absurd that would be somehow reflected in the blog entry, though sometimes in just such a way that it was hardly noticeable unless the anvil fell on your head... and there was that time the night was full of words and all sizes and colors of assorted moods and perspectives poured out from the world more innocent than g (in movie rating talk, in case you were,'y following just yet) to the carefully orchestrated casual irreverent tumbles through the lust and fusses beyong xxx... especially after midnight...

cuz, after all, what more to do is there when alone than babble on and on, i mean, besides masturbate and one can only do that a few dozens times a day without chaffing... unless you have some good oils or an even better partner, but then, there are at least a few things you can do with a partner better than babbling on and on or masturbating, so i probably wouldn't be here right now if i had a partner, but since i don't, here we are... are you touching yourself right now?... why not?... i mean, your hands are free, aren't they?... i mean, you wouldn't be cheating on reading by doing something else with your hands at the same time, would you?... so go ahead, touch yourself, and tell us, where are you touching yourself right now?...

or would you rather be a prude (we'll get jimminy cricket to sing you to sleep one of these nights if you don't snap out of it and start experiencing the rest of your life... who said that?.. who you talking to?... what's going on here?... ok, everybody out of the pool... what did you do with your bathing suit?... you kids are gonna hear about this... we don't need no education... we don't need no thought control... is anybody listening?... can anybody hear?... does anybody understand?... does anybody care?... how can we know anything if we don't share?... how can so many choose to be unaware?... dammital fear... don'tcha know that laughing at yourself makes it all disappear?... or we'll just get jimminy on your ass)...

it's not that i just want anybody to read through every word to find the gems and publish me for all to see so maybe i'll get noticed by people who might appreciate and understand me (or at least attract millions of adoring fans who throw undies on the stage and send naked pictures and marriage proposals), no certainly not just that (doh!), i most of all want someone to read through every word because they find me worth caring about (and maybe even irresistible too) and share themselves as much as i share (more, even) so we might actually get to know each other and come over and play parchessi (what?) and spades and cuddle and coo and maybe even kiss if there's that sort of chemical attraction but at least be a close personal friend on and/or off (but so much more is the off missing from life) forever and ever and happily ever after too...

but i'll just keep on babbling even if she doesn't come along...

and on that note, i'll take this body to bed to get three hours sleep and then start another eighteen hour day... give me a reason to stop this crazy merry-go-round and i will wash you in sweet oils and scented flowers from head to toe, or at least hose you down with cool refreshing water on a steamy hot day, something like that...