you know i just had to bring this here, especially after the serious sentimentality of the previous entry, this being the place for this sort of irreverent babble (whatever was i thinking, i actually considered putting it in thereal for a moment or few... not that it's not just as real as anything else in thereal but, well, it's a bit more babble than thereal was meant for... you do know about thereal, dontcha?... actually, it's full name is (e)thereal and it's the latest, greatest, yeah, whatever... it's the closest i've come to a normal diary {journal, blog, whatever we call is}, daily, physical world stuff, brief {for me}, and almost kinda sorta focused... really, you'd hardly believe it's me, but it's me being real as well as i am able... all those years practicing being human at RealTime may have paid off... or not, anyway, this was not meant for there)...

besides, we're still catching up, ya know?...

so what can i say that i haven't said before?... well, how about:

dam, shit's just falling out my nose... ...

see, i have nose hairs (not that you want to see, but maybe you'll get the point if i continue)... and for years i've told myself that plucking hurts like hell and makes my eyes water and i really out to buy one of those cheap nose hair razors, but then, for many years i've resisted buying another electric razor for the face, even though i appaul and consider completely insane the human ritual of putting a razor to one's neck and face every morning... it amazes me that more humans just don't cut their heads off, given the way they drive in morning rush hour and stumble into work desperately seeking coffee, but that's besides the point, sort of)... for my own nefarious personal heart-felt deeply wounded reasons, an electric razor came to represent trust to me and buying another one meant a betrayal of the trust and i am one of those weirdos who will be loyal and true to a dead elephant if i promised the dead elephant something... and people, well, call me crazy, but i tend to be even more loyal and true to people than to dead elephants... so that meant something to me... not the electric razor as much as the trust in love, in caring (i mean, nobody would actually really want me to cut my head off, would they?), in common decency, in friends, in words, in promises, in a human heart... so much for that foolishness, aye?...

well, i still have not broken down and bought an electric razor, but i did finally, last week or so, buy a nose hair trimmer and just yesterday i finally remembered to bring home batteries for it and for the first time ever, i electronically removed nose hairs... it was a weird feeling, a little liberating, i suppose... not that i'm suddenly into sticking vibrating metal objects into bodily orificies, but removing the bushes out of my nostrils was both a physical and psychological cleansing that probably helped me give in to sleep early and sleep really well... under a comforter, yet... did i mention i bought a comforter?... yes, for the first time in more than a decade i slept under a comforter... i don't remember the last time... was there a comforter in toronto?... i had a raggedy old sleeping bag when i slept in the car, which was a big step up from the papers on the street, but i do not remember the last comforter i slept under... it may have been in the eighties in new york... i probably have one in storage... sure would be nice to explore that stuff in storage with someone who wanted to know me that much one day... am i digressing?...

well, after rambling on a bit tonight after waking from a beautiful sleep under a comforter after the spiritual cleansing of clearing the forrests from my nostrils, i went to the bathroom to start getting ready for work and picked up a tissue to blow my nose and before i could blow, well, a bugger or whatever just fell right out of my nose (my right nostril, if you were curious) and i remembered waking up during the night and feeling like blowing my nose and before i could think awake enough to roll over, i felt something shoot out of my left nostril as i exhaled deeply and as i stood there contemplating the newly cleared nasal passage ways that have been neglected all these years due to some promises and loyalties and serious stuff i won't get back into now (not that i was getting into it before, anyway), i could only think of saying (to myself, of course, cuz nobody else was around)...

dam, shit's just falling out my nose... ...

i even repeated it, mostly because i couldn't believe i said it and found it quite amusing..,. i even left off the dam and just said shit's just falling out my nose... ... and found that even more amusing... i am sure you can picture me there in the bathroom looking up at the mirror in disbelief and amusement and repeating these words, shit's just falling out my nose... ... with wonder and excitement for i had found something i had not said before... and now, you too know what i can say that i haven't said before... i must have said my nose is running a million times... and i've had some profound nosebleeds in my time on this planet so i can imagine i've said there's a red flood coming from my nose, or river, even... and i am fairly certain i've said my nose is clogged or stuffed up more than a few times, but never in my massive storehouse of knowledge things i've said before can if find the words dam, shit's just falling out my nose... ...

so how was your day? :)

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