and continuing the previous thought, with perhaps an hour or two of unremembered sleep, the amazing brain inside the skull on top of the shoulders of this body I loosely call mine is sending me signals and siguls, even, in colors I've rarely seen before (some beyond currently known human visual range, but then, eyes that see from within do not follow the known sciences of the physical world) and I come bearing the gift of love in words for any and all who might care to receive it...

and the rest of you may see exactly what you wish to see as well...

"ah," says the crystal sphere calling me from storage so many miles away in space, and "oh," say the dreamcatchers of the world that catch the energy and hold it for the ones who can feel... bless the ones who do and hope for all the rest from the breast and bowels of of our mutual spirits and individual anima... you need not follow something new to be enlightened, only be open to your own mind and the wonders...

meanwhile, we were basking in the splendor of euphoric bliss and giggles inspired by the sounds and feathers of mail and memory while riding the wave of hormonal highs and physiological experience of sleep deprivation and doing a few other things at that... so I uploaded the previous entry (the previous thought linked above, in case you skipped it) and set about the business of living another day, perchance to sleep and dream a bit as well...

and along the way I just glanced through my email and found the first email related to the fantasy sports that I play... and lo and behold, Gary asked (hi Gary, note the waving hand and big grin), "why don't you talk more about your fantasy baseball teams"... besides the rather glum apathy and easy not enough time to really get into it answers, all I had to do to come up with the perfect example of how this season has gone for me, I rearranged me teams and picked up a rookie third baseman who was doing well and sat down Ramirez, a third baseman who, while on my bench yesterday, hit three home runs... hopefully my fantasy football luck will be better than my baseball luck has been this year...

and so I had my fantasy football draft and as it was a four person league (since none of you seemed interested, so there with tongue out and all), we all have sort of all-star teams... here's the way the draft came out:

	Rnd	stealers	Fumblitis	buckup	Wanderers
	1	P. Holmes	R. Moss	A. Green	S. Alexander
	2	L. Tomlinson	P. Manning	C. Portis	D. McNabb
	3	D. McAllister	M. Harrison	D. Culpepper	J. Lewis
	4	T. Holt	E. James	T. Owens	M. Vick
	5	H. Ward	D. Davis	C. Pennington	C. Johnson
	6	T. Gonzalez	Baltimore	E. Moulds	D. Mason
	7	M. Hasselbeck	T. Green	F. Taylor	R. Johnson
	8	D. Jackson	K. Winslow	J. Horn	C. Dillon
	9	S. Moss	M. Faulk	C. Martin	L. Coles
	10	A. Brooks	An. Johnson	T. Heap	P. Price
	11	New England	M. Vanderjagt	Philadelphia	M. Bulger
	12	Tampa Bay	Carolina	W. McGahee	Miami
	13	J. Wilkins	K. Robinson	J. Elam	Dallas
	14	K. Barlow	C. Brown	S. McNair	A. Vinatieri
	15	T. Henry	B. Favre	Tennessee	J. Shockey
	16	J. Walker	J. McCareins	J. Smith	A. Crumpler
	17	C. Chambers	L. Fitzgerald	J. Porter	P. Burress
	18	J. Garcia	L. Suggs	T. Brady	Q. Griffin
	19	B. Williams	I. Bruce	B. Franks	Buffalo

Wanderers, that'd be me... so I am happy with my team and the old desktop computer coopoerating without crashing, although it had just crashed with an Internet Explorer problem a half hour before the draft so I shut it down and restarted it and that probably helped... it is too old with too little computing power and memory to handle multitasking CD copying and internet browsing and email downloading and anything else at the same time... one task at a time... so CD copying paused... and most of the rest of the day was spent chatting with precious and Rasputin and another friend and checking the TV for the latest on the latest hurricane, named Jean, or perhaps Karl (any minute now I'll be hearing Ricky Ricardo screaming, "Lucy, what have you done" and laughing and hoping the new roof holds... ah, but why wait, I'll start laughing now... and you can join in, as you wish), I believe, which might be visiting next week, surprise, surprise...

and now, back to the wonders of space time continuums and ethereal references coming from within without and wherever they may be created or found that was part of the previous entry and so many different inspirations received through the mail of snails and the ethereal ethers...

wow, talk about sleepwriting... but when, then, I mean, why talk about it when you can do it... and doing it I can, am, too... the punctuationalities each have specifically individualistic meanings and purposes within the context of the addressing of the conceptualized thought processes into human language...

some of your kind call it channelling...

are we telling?

the buzzing in the cranial capacitators is causing the right nosril to emit a soft liquid that creates the desire to inhale suddenly every now and then, in a word, sniff... all this could be figmentary illusions of corporal imaginings induced by simple sugars as I have consumed many today however the underleaning cause would more likely be the, wait, it'll come to me... the... ah yes, lack of sleep and effects such a 48+ hour period devoid of subconscious sleeping can repair, or bring on, or initiate, or perhaps I mean facilitate...

a reasonable facsimile (as opposed to any other simile, I suppose, but just suppose for one minute if you will that the weapons of mass destruction were within ourselves, would we invade and take over then or would we continue to leave it all in external hands, like god for instance?... ok, you can stop supposing now if you did and if you didn't, nevermind)...

what are you looking for, anyway?...

this next message is for the person deepest in my brain:

I love you... I have always loved you... I know I have not always acted like I do, but I do... I know I could have stayed in touch more and taken care of you better and fought to maintain contact with more energy and focus and style and grace and tolerance and patience and strength and perseverence and tenacity and fortitude and more than words, but I did the best I could or wanted to do at the time and any less than my absolute best that it was had nothing to do with your value to me or your worth in the scheme of the universe but had everything to do with my own self-doubts and foolish self-defeating flaggelation that comes from feeling sorry for myself and setting myself up for failure because I am afraid I might fail or am afraid I might succeed and then what or something like that...

who said that?

and so what if you don't hear voices in your head, that doesn't make you any less of a person and you are still welcome around here so don't let anybody tell you differently or make you feel inferior because you are not... not everybody can be crazy, after all, for somebody has to do the leg workin order to keep industry running... and besides, there is just not enough capacitators to go around and we wouldn't want to blow out the circuits and have all the lights in the universe go out like they did on that spoof of Star Trek, right?...

go ahead, think on it, you're bound to agree someday...

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