ok... even as the music business is destroying the creative love and magic most people once had (or might have had, as ensuing generations are hearing stories about how 12 year old girls were once sued by the music they loved, or so it felt - and isn't that the point, feeling, how music makes you feel - that is the magic, and nothing else matters... gonna sue me now?)...

or maybe I'll mention that pop music, now lead by rap, hip hop, gansta rage, and thug posing has become as banal as a cheap soap opera and somebody will come along to drive by me... gun control, no, why would we want anything like that?... but it's all good cuz it's all for the money...

money matters more to most humans than anything... that is the saddest thing about humanity for me, for I don't buy that philosophy (or fear of poverty) and that isolates me... where are you, communal lovers... where are you, imagineers (John Lennon reference)... where are you, seekers of Val Halla... where are you, ultimate survivors... where are you, common sense...

all I see when I look at humanity is walls of fear...

someday enlightenment will dissolve the walls and quell the fears... someday we'll be together... but until then, i'll just plagierize innocuously (or blatently, depending on your perspective) and hopefully enjoy what Mike Myers and company did with Cat In The Hat, for Seuss is god, you know... just ask any child-would-be-writer...

in reading these guys tonight, I wondered how much I want a sense of community here online... as lonely as I am in my physical world these days, I have always been a loner in my creative world (even though I dream, rather romatically, of one on one collaboration) and it might take a lot of coaxing and trust for me to want to play in a creative community again... or not...

and what is it with this fetish with sexualizing children?... look around at the icons and visuage images humanity uses to sell anything... is it the forbidden fruit angle?... is it insecurity, grown men not being confident enough to be turned on by a woman who might have some experience or even more sexual skill than them?... is that why fantasies about virgins still seem to be the open secret men smile about in locker rooms (or on billboards, for that matter?)... come and knock on my door, three's company... the hottest is almost always illegal, jail-bait... rarely a Madonna comes along and pushes the envelope beyond child-porn, but most any teenage girl who wants to shake her body nearly naked can become a celebrity, if not a superstar... ever see a Jr. Miss beauty pagent?...

nothing in this entry is actually admitted to in public by anyone who wants to make it, of course, for it makes selling out too obvious and that is too close to truth to sell... no children, animals, or Britneys were touched in the creation of this entry... just think about it.

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