what sort of madness comes just as the seventeen becomes the eighteen... the twist of the lines, the turn of The Tide from love is just a hoax to love is completely real from it�s that moment in life when you actually feel alive to it�s that moment in life when you touch her and feel alive...

it�s the irony of Harry music (and the words, oh, the words)... it�s getting tangled up in blue by a simple twist of fate (thank you Bob � wher's Bob's link?) and What About Bob?... it�s the need you buy into, believe in, the Illusions you make real for yourself in this life...

touch her and feel alive...

when I need you, I just close my eyes and I see you.. oh and don�t forget sometimes when we touch, the honesty�s too much... and for the hard core visceral junkies among us, only women bleed (but that�s a stereotype we shall overcome some day with hope in our hearts that we�ll never walk alone...

so live for the moment, now...

and I wonder sometimes often, am I too complicated because I am too simple?� or am I just too complicated?� this would depend on your perspective, but if you really want to know, the maze that appears every time you get near is the reflection of your own fears� any simpler and I wouldn't be here�

I live in a world of people who can't seem to relax
they eat when they're not hungry
they drink when they're not thirsty
they kill themselves for nothing
and still they can't seem to relax


maybe it is me�


I don't seem to fit in with the people I meet in this world
it's not a complaint, but an observation
and I'd rather be sharing with people than just observing
and I've tried to change but it just doesn't work

I should have told you, Vincent... sometimes we just need a change of pace and sometimes a change in scenery and sometimes a change in the people around us� for too long in the same foot prints forms a hole in the ground� and yet for so many that hole is the only security they can muster, the only real comfort they can find is in things that restrict their growth and limit their awareness...

conservative means what?...

and the music, sweet music, there is music everywhere (even when it is not italicized for emphasis... sometimes that�s even more profoundly fun cuz we all love our secrets, don�t we?)... have you been saved by the music lately?... it�s been years for me, even though it happens every day... but then, so does masturbation...

is that hair growing out of your palms or are you just happy to see me?...

meanwhile, back at the vacation funhouse, the nude bible reading classes have been a big hit with the younger crowd, especially when it incorporates nap time and while cameras are permitted, we ask that patrons refrain from using their close-up lenses as they tend to distort things and the last thing we want to distort is the bible, after all...

what�s that about lost in translation?...

this just happens to be the eighteenth sudden entry uploaded today, that�s all... that�s why the coming of age thoughts slipped out from between the zipper and sent the scent of pheromones into the air... ah, sweet juices of hormonal excitement... the rough scrape of first contact with pubic hairs... the panic at the disco of love... teenagers really should come with warning labels... like hanging with large bunches of seventeen year olds can be hazardous to your health...

but always love cuz hate will get you every time...

just watch out for crabs and the fungus among us (not to mention the incurables)... which reminds me of the guys who put the condoms over their heads in an attempt to blow them up with their noses... many had tried, but only one succeeded... and is it just coincidence than condom and condone start with the same three letters?... or conservative, for that matter...

and what�s all this about Pants Off Dance Off anyway?...

feel free to send me your striptease videos or DVDs, by the way, in case you are too shy to send them to Fuse TV and simply must share them with someone cuz you went through all the trouble of making them and dancing and all... try not to blur out body parts though because it�s just a cop out... I mean, why remove the last articles of clothing if you�re just going to put on a blur instead?... unless you�re a guy trying to pass for a girl, I suppose, then blurring might help...

and Rasputin, waking from shallow slumbers, comes into the room with a plop and a fart... he�s such an endearing fellow, my roommate and best friend of the last few years... and on goes the television with another fart... the couch loves him... why we�re both still single is one of those ponderings nobody could ever answer I suppose...

burp...

s�cuse me...

everybody�s gone channel surfin... surfin USA... ah, the Beach Boys knew what they were talking about, right Willis?... those afraid of human contact or perspiration should stay out of the mosh pit... some of us channel surf, some of us crowd surf, it�s a fundamental difference in philosophies of life, actually... not quite as obvious as those who think their farts don�t stink, but it�s getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes... and please, wash your ass after farting...

next, on Channel 666, coverage of the holy war between the atheists and the agnostics...

hey, I distract you now by including the full list of the interests I had to cut down by 31 (I think) for my live journal profile... ready?...

1960's, adaptability, adoption, adoration, aliens, alternatives, animals, arts, astrophysics, astroplanes, awareness, babble, beauty, being, bonding, breathing, camel toes, cards, caring, catharsis, cheese, chocolate, commitment, communes, compassion, composers, computers, concerts, consciousness, confidence, creativity, creators, cuddling, curiosity, dancing, death, devotion, differences, driving, emotions, empathy, energy, eternity, exercise, fantasies, feeling, fitness, flexibility, flying, food, free-association, freedom, friends, fruit, fun, games, gardens, generosity, gentleness, girls, giving, goodness, graphics, helping, hippies, honesty, hope, humor, ice cream, images, imagination, individuality, infinity, innocence, integrity, intelligence, intensity, internet, irreverence, kids, kindness, kissing, laughter, learning, licking, life, living, long hair, love, loyalty, lyrics, madness, memories, mixes, moments, momentos, movies, mp3s, music, musicians, nature, nudity, numbers, omniverse, open hearts, open minds, optimism, orgasms, passion, peace, philosophy, photography, pizza, planets, plants, pollution, pool, praise, promises, propulsion, psyche, psychics, psychology, quarks, quniverse, reading, relativity, relaxation, rhymes, romance, running, sarcasm, sci-fi, security, self-esteem, sensitivity, sex, sharing, similarities, singularities, sleep deprivation, songs, songwriting, space, sports, stimulation, story songs, stars, strength, sub-atomic particles, supernatural, swimming, tears, tech, thinking, togetherness, touching, toys, travel, trees, trust, truth, uniqueness, universe, unknowns, vacuums, vegans, vegetarians, veracity, videos, visuals, water, wild, wisdom, wit, words, worship, writing, www, zoos, zuniverse...

they alphabetize it, I mean, I�m not that anal...

and so, just when you thought this diary might be going kapoot, here is eighteen entries in a row all uploaded within minutes of each other and how many of them did you miss?... well, with maybe a dozen more following this one, it could be you missed this one too so here�s one more potentially moot question for you...


why are you here?...

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(just let me know you were here)