yes, well, that was exciting, wasn't it... I refer to my plan to upload all the backlog of entries written during this month that I had no time to complete (not that any entry is actually complete) to my satisfaction and upload... all the notes entries were uploaded and I took a break as the I think I mentioned somewhere and then the previous entry, in uploaded order, not chronological order, but then, there is no time today to keep track of, only entries started the process of uploading the actual babbling entries of the past month as opposed to the notes entries...

it all makes sense in my head, at least...

but then I fell asleep... and now I return to upload the rest of the multitude (I like that word) of entries scribbled here and there throughout the month of November, 2005 and put on a floppy disk that went to work with me each night in the hope that there'd be time to put the scribbles together and sort of complete them so they'd be ready for upload and more babbling continued at work until there's just no rhyme or reason and just lots of words and they are, today, being chopped up into entries...

kind of like a Xmas turkey...

or a really big pie...

maybe more like a Thanksgiving turkey since the words were all written in November except for the last couple of rhymes inspired by the first hours of December (lub-dub) that prove the threads of love (and superstrongs) are never actually broken, but only ignored and denied really well by our human consciousnesses, and further proves that I am not quite dead yet, but only mostly dead and still sleepwriting now and then...

but almost all of them were written in November, 2005, so maybe a Thanksgiving turkey is the more appropriate thing (metaphor?... simile?... analogy?... representative bird?) for the thing I was referring to above... but I think I still like the really big pie literary reference better...

anyway, the entries will be flowing and only a few of you will be knowing how the madness keeps on growing and the evidence is showing that the rowers kept on rowing even when the wind was blowing cuz there was some land for hoeing and that is where they were going if they only could keep towing the baggage of the bestowing a heart that won't stop growing in spite of the debts they're owing to the little green men glowing there were still some seeds left sowing so the entries keep on flowing for the few who will be knowing...

thank you few, for caring...

(it's for you I am crowing)...

so tucked within the mass of entries I am uploading is the rhythm and rhyme that explains everything and if you care enough you'll find your way to every word and understand my crime is forgetting to sing... always love... please remember what you're reading... always love... even though you might be bleeding... always love... nothing else matters as much... always love... and please keep in touch...

there's an anniversary of life and death inside of me and nothing can reduce the power I can feel during the hour as the moments come together bags become light as a feather pain dissolves into a river of compassion for the giver and unselfishness embraces all the dreams you heart still chases as the doors of your mind open to remember words once spoken... always love... passion is a fragile flower... always love... don't wait for the final hour... always love... life is made of all you're giving... always love... that is how you know you're living...

pressed within the page my heart doesn't seem to age and a peaceful smile asks me to unwind a while in a memory you are once again with me and we understand no matter what we have planned... always love... keep listening for the sound... always love... truth always comes back around... always love... through any rhythm or rhyme... always love... love will save you every time...

and so I do...

the process of this world I create in words does not actually need an explanation to continue, to hold meaning, to be understood... a few who've been along for the ride for long enough might find the threads back to the roots and begin to know how and why it all began, but that is not necessary for appreciation or amusement...

this moment is all that matters...

and in this moment all my stars collide to wake me up inside, for just this moment, this magic moment... how many songs can you make out of that?...

. . .

moving on...

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