amazing, isn't it?... yeah, i know, the logic escapes us fools blogging away day after day for one or two crumbs a week, but i know you're out there (and i love my delusions and posterity finds me amusing, even if it's gonna take a thousand years or a few to be seen, so just sit back, relax, and enjoy the show, even the parts you miss cuz they'll be here, or somewhere, when you finally catch up with the wheels of time)...

the fact (oh no, not facts!... oh no, not exclamation points!!... oh no, not italics!!!... something must be afoot, aye?) of the matter of the life of this particular babbling fool blogger diarist journalier is, i do it for you ______ (fill in the blank)... harry's song i do it for you, jane comes to mind, as does his your song which respects elton and bernie's your song, as do i, quite highly, but the truth behind the blank (and maybe behind the candoor too, oooo, wow, really?) is there is a single imaginary entity behind every blank in my written gardens and while someone named amy (who?... amy... oh, candora?... no, close, and partly, and maybe amy, and nearly amy, but really, mostly, only amy)...

. o O ( NOTES ARE THE NEW HAPPY PILL ) O o .
(just let me know you were here)