there are so many entries floating around on paper and in my head and in the air and right there behind your ear, but i won't grab your nose today because, after all, you're a grown person, not a child, and you don't really believe in magic like that anymore, do you? (answers are incrimination, which is, of course, why there are so few, even in the wind, but you can choose as you wish as you plase as you are and the rest will come when is comes as it is... there are two other places receiving much more attention and words and if you are just dying to know, maybe we can save your life tonight if we're real clever and find the links below because you know how much we love to slip the links in when nobody's quite looking (hmmm, only if she says yes though, remember that)...

i wondered why i chose (like i put so much conscious thought into it, ya know) the links i chose in the previous entry here, i mean, the entries are so few and far between here, not that there must be some profound meaning hidden within and between and somewhere right?... i realized that one reason i don't come here as often is that i have not integrated the tv into my babbles in a while (even before i went tv-less a couple or few months ago) and the tv did provide some of the filler in the inane babbling that was/is this space behind the candoor...

i noticed that the slightly erotic reference in the previous entry (did i really write something about an eleven year old sitting on my face?... oh, i suppose we'll just have to check now, won't we?) linked to someone who has (or had, if it's gone when you get there) many of the diaries i occasioned in my more frequent times here at dland listed on the profile so i was obviously keeping in touch in my own odd and rather disconnected way... and then there was the natalie portman fantasy, but a character in one film does not a relationship make, so we'll have to leave the rest up to her (as if this all means something in the long run)... the rest of the links were obviously just suggesting that you check out the current places i am babbling and keeping in touch (did i ever even mention this one here before... it may be brand new, wow, aye?... multi-daily, no less, and almost brief, wow, huh?) and so on and so forth if you really care to know what's going on in the head and heart and body behind the candoor...

between google perverts and the rest of the world and you, there's always someone sitting out there reading this blog according to the blog gods, so even without my fetal attractions or fatal references or sexual innuendos or shocking revelations, there is profundity deep within the babble if you only dare to find it (challenge your mind, it can do it, don't put yourself down, have faith in your ability, believe in your intelligence, remedy your ailments and be all you can be,m or just fuck yourself {who said that?} if that's what gets you off, but the most important thing of all is not going to be revealed until the final entry, so you'll just have to keep reading if you really want to know like i said before and before that too...

those of you who forgot this dairy even existed, well, i hope life is great without me, though of course it couldn't be as great as it would be with me, but if you don't know what you're missing, that's cool, for you, is suppose... and those of you stopping in occasionally to check out what's happening but still not with the means to click beyond diaryland or this place, well, i hope you find what you are looking for here then and wherever else you might wander... and those of you who follow me everywhere, well, don't forget your meds...

and you with the big eyes wondering just what the heck is going on around here and when am i serious and when am i joking and does anyone even know, well, i love you most of all cuz you are the curious innocent child who comes back for no reason at all except maybe boredom and just maybe, insatiable curiosity and that, dear readers, is the secret to a happy life because when curiosity wanes, it is time to start dying if you aren't already dead already...

the only thing better than being insatiably curious is knowing you are insatiably curious and the only thing better than that is knowing how much fun (and what an advantage it is) to be insatiably curious, so be the cat, people, be the cat...

BE the cat, dammit!

yes, and when you reflect upon the wisdoms and follies you've encountered in your life time you will recall the master telling you the truth and if you are lucky, you'll remember what it is and then, laugh at the way you discarded the knowledge when it passed through your mind in your experience... for it is the simple fact of life for humans that the end of the human life span usually comes before the courage to face the truth and accept responsibility for being, but then, the deck is stacked against the poor children of humans as they are beaten into submission long before they are free to think for themselves and the few who overcome the oppressive indoctrinations are often too far on the fringe of humanity to matter, if they even survive... as centuries pass, however, some of the remnants of the droppings discovered in the most unexpected places can be viewed as enlightened thought, or history, because that is how we keep the cap on the truth, after all... rinse and repeat...

this happens because there is no plan, the rambling and possible profound reflections, i mean, not the prophesies, though that may just be an accident of nature... i don't set out to think about anything in particular when i start babbling and in the midst of thousands of words pouring out, there is always the chance that some hidden thought emerges with reason beyond any intended conceptual landscape, sort of like across the universe too the essence of some of the best beatles songs and turned it into so much more than they once were even when they once were something grand and spectacular without the visual aides, story line, alternative arrangements, and production qualities... overall, though, it was much better on the large screen with the visuals than it was on the small box as audio only, mostly, with a few exceptions (hearing female voices do beatles songs give them a whole new perspective and i wish more girls {and younger girls, for that matter} would sing beatles songs, but that's just a personal preference)...

see there are all sorts of opinions and thoughts, radical or not, to respond to within the babble and you must either just miss or ignore them all, but that's ok because you've got your wonderful life full of interesting thoughts and opinions to have all to yourself and share as you please with those around you and i am not there and you are not here, after all, so take your time with your mind it's your life in the end and we don't necessarily have to be friends in this life, i wish you peace and love even if our paths never cross and whatever we miss in the interaction, let it be and above all else, be the cat... the cat you are is the cat you can be, curiosity will kill you if you ignore it, but go with it, be the cat, and you will live an exciting life of wonder and excitement... that is your choice, even if you do not know that...

i am listening to music (go look and see if you know or like any of it... the playlists get pretty eclectic and diverse at times... do we know the difference between eclectic and diverse?... perhaps this would be a good time for a nevermind, aye?) a whole lot more than i used to since moving into the new place (did i mention that i moved into a new place?... come to think of it, we are way behind the times, aren't we?... yes, i moved into a new place at the end of august and though it's sometimes lonely to live by myself, the privacy is wonderful and we'll just have to catch up on all that one of these days...

ok, so there's the latest snips and pieces and odd ends falling out of my head behind the candoor... there has not been much time for the babbler to do the babble-thing lately (a year and then some) as i have increased the going out and socializing part of life intensively, like four or five nights a week on average, at least, what with softball mondays and thursdays and saturdays and sundays and the occasional tuesday and then game nights and movies and social stuff (see the calendar if you are in orlando and want to stop by to see/meet somewhere)... so there's a backlog full of hobo stories and dilapidated dreams (thank you harry) floating around like endless rain into a paper cup, even... diluted and whatever, even, but still alive and kicking and enjoying the heck out of everything cuz nothing's gonna change my world and i am still wishing you were here enjoying it with me because i love to share and sharing takes you...

especially if you are a cat, so be the cat and enjoy your life and stop be on or offline as you wish...

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