and if you have not ready the last four entries from the first in order, or if you have and feel more despair than amusement, then you are seeing through your eyes and not mine... as it should be, but please note the difference I point out here... it's important if you really want to know me...

and the next Dove candy wrapper said: joy, again... yes, you�ll just have to read parts one and two of this three part entry to understand what the candy wrapper meant, or at least what it said as there was some debate about what it actually meant among the perverts and pornographers in my brain... yes, this is the third of a three part entry (and since entries one and two of this three part entry now are actually two part entries themselves, a quick calculation should let you know that this is actually the fifth entry in this particular series and you can start again if this is where you came in unless you read your books from last page to first...

hey, we all have our preferences, right?...

and besides, some of are really turned on by the idea of newest on top, but we won�t get into the virgin fetish many men (and some women) have in our culture just now... cuz, for one good reason, oh mercy, the ice cream is another step further into taste bud heaven (and a fine distraction from the ache of humanity's despair or the horniness... so many levels we live when we live out in the open, but I tire of being the only one multi-tracking sometimes so I'll just savor the ice cream and continue)...

if there is a god (shhhh, no preaching this time, at least not until the next rhyme) and he, she, or it really is as good as some would have us believe, then that all-powerful all-knowing all-everything perfect entity must have created Godiva Milk Chocolate Hazelnut Praline ice cream... yes I know I called it Dove ice cream earlier... I was mistaken, ok?... the candy is Dove, but the ice cream, Godiva... yeah, like the naked woman on the horse... I wonder if she ever got off... rim shot?... hey, I never claimed I was perfect, nor did I claim to have created the ice cream... and the fact is that I do not need to know who made it or even what it's called because I can walk into the store blindfolded and find this particular ice cream, that is how strong the force is in this creamy delicacy... so whoever made it or whatever it�s called, it�s brilliant!...

yes, that's an exclamation point...

an excalamation point, even

and the next Dove candy wrapper (yes, the candy is Dove, I got that right, ok?) said: spe is a g that is contagious... yes, that is exactly what it said... it was misprinted, or miscut, and the message is cut off on the right side and only has the word contagious on the left, which is almost as distorted as reading the third part of a three part entry before reading parts one and two... clever comparison, huh?... anyway, probability is very high that it was another positive philosophical message and the probability is almost as high that we shall find it again if I eat enough chocolate tonight, or sometime in the near future...

so no worries, it�s all good...

by the way, that last rhyme, in case you didn't know, was a thank you to the goddess of Godiva Milk Chocolate Hazelnut Praline ice cream... I mean, just in case you misinterpreted it to be something that children should not be reading... of course it is not for me to tell you how to read the words once they leave my fingers, so feel free to enjoy them any way you wish...

and omigosh, I can barely believe how much I just got into an infomercial for a Soft Rock compilation from the seventies... maybe you�ve seen it, it�s hosted by Air Supply... and even on a night where I rocked out to new pop punk sounds hardly near soft rock (yes, this is still the same night of the concert that I have yet to finish telling you about and the night before the big festival and 30 Seconds to Mars concert... sleep?... maybe next week), I am flooded with nostalgia hearing skips of some of these old songs that were once such an integral part of my love life (and heartbreak)... it must be time for another dose of Meg and Dia...

ah, those love songs from the seventies may be sappy and dreams, but I shall continue dreaming as long as I have one brain cell functioning and even as I love to dance and lose myself in a crushing crowd of wild bouncing or moshing, I welcome the slow dance of true love just as much... and the stillness of the silence of falling in love at first sight is still welcome in my heart...

must be the doves J

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