and when I read this I suddenly reminisced and felt very sad for all the things I've missed about the life I once had in NYC with lots of opportunities for great activities and the big bucks to actually do them... and when I left I was not concerned with missing anything cuz I had the funds to fly back up to NYC or wherever seemed interesting at the time... and then, Toronto (someday I'll have an appropriate link to explain it all, but until then, later)...

and this is where I remembered this week...

but that's not all... there's a few other thoughts that deserve much more time and attention (and with Scream 2 on the TV and Precious talking to me about it and switching to Chocolat and other shows during the commericals and so on, concentration and depth of thought and feeling are not easy, aye?), but...

no wonder this so intrigues me, for I feel such darkness of my own in different expressions, though sometimes the same, or so it seems somewhere inside... and the being non-specific is the art of obscurity that has a certain allure when it brushes deep secrets, or seems to... especially when we are not feeling vulnerable, ya know?...

and suddenly an old Billy Joel song dances irreverently through my mind, come out come out Virginia... and it feels so delightfully decadent, if that can be conceived in your mind... and just as suddenly a passionate playfulness rises from somewhere long buried, not the usualy playfulness that prances around willy-nilly most every day (and some never even see it right before their eyes, for you know, we see more of what we want to see and are than what our eyes may view), but the unabashed glee of universal freedom that comes from being one with whatever you place above and beyond and in everything (like being one with god, ya know?) and believing there's a sense of humor within the most solemn prayer and even in death, we can be amused, for there is some sort of eternal thread of consciousness that is connected to an infinite bliss and music...

that's it, it's music... blessed be the music... even if I rarely hear it these days, it plays in my mind, my heart, my soul spirit anima and so on... and on and on... for music is the fluid that carries my spirit through my soul and words are the cells forming the bodies of my dreams... yes, and I do feel in rhythms and think in rhyme and wish to harmonize all the time... and I think in rhyme and feel in melody and wish us all to live in harmony... yes, that's it, music...

and now it's time to go to work...

and this is where I wandered this week...

and this is where I wandered this week...

and this is where I wandered this week (FYI: 12mb mp3)...

and this is where I wandered this week...

and this is where I wandered this week...

and this is where I wandered this week...

and this is where I wandered this week...

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