in no apparent order

the entries find their way through the maze to the blog where they fall into place randomly to form yet another maze for our amusement and intrigue, whichever you prefer... just try to keep it real from time to time for forever living in the clouds like heaven or what not is not getting the most out of this physical life on this planet, and even the constant craving of the babbling fool doesn't compare with the flesh and blood touch, insatiable is just the beginning of that world...

and if, upon review, you are finding you found something that was not there before, well, beauty tamed the beast, so to speak, so perhaps you forgot or just missed it or will wonder forever or maybe it was not there before after all, or before, even... whatever is true, you are here now with these words and those words and whatever words are appearing, so make the most of it and share what appeals to you and that is what makes the blog world go round...

i would like to find something hot and juicy to play with from time to time, but most human beings gross me out with the self-abuse evident in their scent and posture and fear-driven choices and obvious weakness and aura, cuz there is no deodorant for auras, you know... but no other species appeals to me any more, so i keep hoping to find that one human who relates and still can spark that desire in me to emerge and continue becoming whatever it is i was going to be before i was rudely interrupted by a sixteen ton weight... and when overeating becomes a habit, you get fat...

some things are too simple to fix, so they stay broken... you couldn't miss every profound thought in your head unless you were really trying... trying to be stupid?... yes, it is very trying to be stupid, stupid, but even more trying for the rest of us... within the mockery is so much laughter as the mirror forms around the heart and reflects the love back unto itself just as the bulleyes paints itself around wherever the arrow lands and the world is your oyster, so don't clam up, ok?...

did you ever notice how the guitars on the eagles one of these nights sometimes sound slightly like the guitars on some led zeppelin song somewhere and not only that, but lindsay buckingham too?... like journey to the sorcerer or races are run or some led zeppelin song somewhere, to be just a little more specific... you just have to listen a little harder, but remember not to cling too tightly, for plastic wrap smothers a growing child and we wouldn't want to die or be died, now would we?...

when you think the world philosophy is kill or be killed, it is time to end the war and find a mountain somewhere to hole up in until the paranoia passes... mass paranoid has afflicted the human race since many years before the written word came into being and nothing the sun or moon or any diety could do has provided relief from the self-condemnation (is a condom nation a good place to live?... not if you are a sperm, aye?) that is undermining everything we try to do to grow and understand what living is all about (except for the weird asides in parenthetic interruptions that polite society would rather ignore, but fuck 'em if they can't take a joke, aye?)...

and if you are afraid of sex, fuck you too... see, what i means is, i wish you peace. like the eagles sang... and if you truly believe you can't take it to the limit one more time then i will not pretend you are still alive and will respectfully start your wake, celebrating the life you lived and remembering the good times when you were still alive... please... that's the best i can do when you say that's the best you can do...

if you didn't want to be startled, why did you get out of bed?...