and time flew past before i knew it (cuz i was busy with work and play offline, and hanging on to the hope of a daily moment or few to remember who i am and what i want and most important of all, how to get it� sigh, and all that, ya know?� ah, but life is frenetic these days, rushing at me with more and more work at work and more and more choices of things to do after work� and loneliness is becoming a real friend (as opposed to the ghost that haunts from secret corners and trips out on mistakes, if you know what i mean) and that is inching me closer to the bondings of friendships again and yes, somewhere in the mix is a hunger for love� buddha belly and all� inspiration to run, s�il tu plait�

meanwhile, i have a powerful head cold made all the more powerful by modern medicine as i, for the first time in more than a decade, i believe, though it might be recorded somewhere in the babbles that it was less time than that, i succumbed to the rushed life and have been sleeping on nighttime cold/flu/cough medicine and functioning through the day on double-bagged tea infusions� sniff, sniff, snort�

the drug companies would be proud�

of course i have no nurse, alas, for i don�t believe in being sick and gave up hoping for a mommy some time in the last decade or so (which is probably confirmed or contradicted in the myriad of babbling lanes and alleys, meadows and streams, and dark places alonbg the way through the babbling world i�ve created in my semi-manic attempt to say hello to the world�

hello :)

something to listen to while browsing�beyond the broken links of the playlist at the top (so sad, the time to fix the stream of consciousness that was is not, just like the tapes lost in a lovers arms, the wistful winds of this season spent alone, something only some of us have known and no one wants to really call their own, but that�s besides the point)� what i should really ought to be doing right now is sleeping, being that i slept elevenish hours last night and woke feeling like i could sleep a hundred more (i need a date with sleeping beauty) and the head cold thing is responding as it always does to medicines (which is why i almost never ever take the crap), just dragging on longer than it would if i just rested for real (busy busy busy, even if there�s no snowmen down south)� instead, it seems, for your edification and perusal, pleasure or ignorance, i am writing rhymes and babble in random spots around the web world (oddly, not linked even in a bout of linkaholism)�

yes, once again (as never before cuz i don�t do this, not really, you know that) in a bout of shameless self-promotion disguised as plumes of optimistic with odd and questionable babbling asides (which i never do, of course, cuz who knows what i truly mean here there or anywhere, anyway), i produce and reproduced (cuz fruit is good for the body, for one thing) the following random moment in a mood apart from the body (cuz the body feels like dried ass shit, to be semi-metaphorical about it all) and i give it to you now to do as you will with, as you wish will, as you are going to do anyway, whatever you want�

maybe it�s the cold�

sick and tired and i still wanna party all the time party all the time party all the time and yet, still wondering wandering on my semi-quixotic quest for someone to love love love (with the obligatory shock value and babble just (just?... is there really any justice in this world?... never mind this distraction, get the point already) to keep us on our toes� and real� you can�t know it all, but you must�

whatever you did or however you may react or whatever you think or whyever you are here, if you are here, still, i am delightfully amused all by myself (though lonely, so feel free to share and if you want, call, or come over if you are in the neighborhood and do not mind an apartment that is decorated in late-twentieth century storage facility, the style so the rage of lonely drifters who stumbled into a long-term stay on a short-term budget with physical world disinterest at heart�

did i mention i met a few, or at least a couple, of english teachers the other day, or night, or couple of nights, to be precise� and a kindergarten teacher too� yes, they were a threesome, at least the second night� one of them inspired one of the rhymes linked above, now how�s that for a real life ethereal magical mystery tour for you to play with, aye?... i know there must be somebody out there as tickled as i am at these maxes i inadvertently build when i am playing with myself (words, i mean playing with words with myself, or playing with myself with words, yeah, that�s it)� you know how i love teachers, alas, almost as much as i love mommies (and i�ve had much better results and luck with teachers, come to think of it)�

cuz hey hey ho ho, na na na na na, after all, just cuz i�ve had no time and i�ve been super sick and tire and beat and burnt doesn�t change the fact that it is december (and elton and bernie remind me all over again, along with andrew and tim, with billy and so many others, and of course harry� oh, can the beegees and moody blues be too far away?) and i am me, after all� if i had it readily available, first of may would be playing right now� i�ll settle for your song� did you ever really listen to the words of the songs i left behind?...

goo :)

i miss you too :)

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