you asked for it (or not) and here it is, the third portion of the dt chronicles (or DTs)... what was happening, apparently, is a writer (who shall remain unnamed and unknown, for now, cuz I have no idea who he or she is or where he or she went) was kicked into a manic state over at myspace by something (claiming it, at least in part, to be me) while he or she was at work on the night shift (and I�ve done that, though not online as I did not have internet access on when I worked the night shift) and I was relating to the compulsion to babble and the sense of unfinished business that he or she (who really ought to be referred to as dt by now) was bringing to these entries...

yes, in fact (especially if it seems at all impressive, amazing, or worth noting, all of these entries were written in a single night and day (can it get any more exciting?)...

and then dt disappeared (maybe it can)...

I do not know where dt went or why the sudden disappearance happened... so am I posting this would-be conversation for my own benefit?... of course, in part, for I am not perfect and memory is fallible and this is something I�d like to remember (which is a large part of what writing is about, especially in these babbling places)... it represents one more night of a life full of many nights shared in words (and along about this time I should mention that Miss Bandit who could very well be my love child if she wasn�t born thirteen thousand miles (if that's possible) from where I was when she was born, wherever that was (I think I may have been in Cali at the time, though I don�t mean Cali, mind you, who deserves mention too... and I don�t mean the state of mind, which it is, I mean the state of the union, whatever that means... I mean the Monterey area of California... anyway, these are just a few of the new people inspiring me for this moment at myspace... tomorrow, more, and next week, perhaps, others, unless one or more wish to stick around)...

but back to these dt chronicles, I give you yet another of the entries written in that feverish (or wasted, depending on perspective) night when, without knowing it, I helped inspire a writer to write... and dt wrote:

and yet again...

Apparently I'm not finished. If you're reading this one I hope, by now, you've realized that I'm a musician, not a writer, which is why this and the two before are accessible only to my Friends (all 8 of them). I really don't have anything to say. How about that for a conundrum? When I was in sixth grade I lost the spelling bee on that word... But there you are, Faithful Reader, filling your head with mindless trivia from the life of a, a uh... I believe you're better qualified to finish that sentence than I. But please don't, you'll only encourage me. As though anyone could ever discourage me. I'm incorrigible, so you know it must be getting late. This is ridiculous. How could there be an audience for this? More appropriately, how could there not be an audience for this? It boggles the mind. I know there was some other concept i sat down to elaborate on, but it escapes me now. Did I mention I'm at work? Did I mention I'm lazy? If only I could charge admission to my blog... I'd be $50 richer by now. I just read what I wrote up to here, and I'm convinced it's drivel. Yes, drivel. And yet I still find it more intriguing (yes I still use a dictionary) than anything else I've ever read. I suppose the reason is that I can relate 100%, because it's about me. Narcissus wept. As for you, FR, all I can say is you must have issues, and I hope you're not a Stephen King fan. The most interesting thing about my writing, I think, is that it has no holes. At least not any that will keep you up at night. So why is it worth the time? Beats the fuck out of me, but I hope you're having as much fun as I am. So, in short, tell your friends, and if there's enough interest maybe I'll set up something proper. There it is. The business proposition I am not making. It's quite a game, this life. Too bad the finish line is the last place any of us want to be. Except for me, when I think about semi-permanent stains. haha now you're in bed with me. I'd rather be flirting with Calliope. At least she has a singular, defined purpose. Goodnight.

I hope you don�t expect me to be explaining what dt meant now... after all, for the moment, dt is choosing rather complete anonymity, even from me, and I supposedly inspired the writing... it does feel so familiar in spots...

and perhaps the familiarity I was feeling was starting to show in my comments:

ah, but collaboration in mutual inspirations can be the only payment I can offer, being that my rich years are gone and I am merely ric, I mean poor, now... funny what a little h can do... Keith Richards is laughing in his grave right now... even more now...

I am a Stephen King fan, for better or worse, and wonder if FR is too... whomever FR might be... Narcissus laughs at me... I always wonder what happens to the rest of the mind of a person with a singular, defined purpose...

and I wonder, does being in bed with someone always lead to sex... it does not for me, but then, that has offended as many as that has delighted, in bed...

Rasputin and Precious, my roommates, add in bed to the end of every fortune they get at a Chinese restaurant... we eat Chinese a lot... food, not people... I wonder if that's a mid-western thing... the adding of in bed, I mean, not the eating Chinese...

I suppose turning Japanese also has many meanings...

maybe it's all the art-like characters in the oriental alphabets that lead to such diverse meanings in English...

and I wonder now, not unlike Cutething and her boys, would they pay for conversation?...

I wasn't intentionally getting cryptic, but the thoughts were rushing at my consciousness so quickly that I just had to toss them out into words as they appeared so as not to lose the next one... I could expound on any of the thoughts< I suppose, but how would that look what with the conversation over and dt proving quite uninterested after I thought, well, never mind what I thought... my thoughts might be what drove dt to drink delete his or her profile in the first place...

in any case, I was enamored with the flurry of words and the apparent inability (or lack of desire) to stop the rambling that continued all through the work night and into the next day... it was somewhere during that next morning, I believe, that dt appeared again in the blog that is no more and wrote this:

NOW it's getting ridiculous

You see, I understand that addicting as it is, I'm not going to keep this up. I've tried and failed at least 3 times before, so I know. All I'm really doing is putting my thoughts for today into the internet, then talking about them into the internet. There's no way any of this would ever get back to me, and yes, I'm aware of what I'm saying when I say that if you're reading this you and I are most likely never going to cross paths. So what of that? Your move holy man! It's so trite, quoting celebrities. Absolutely against everything I stand for. Now there's a good blog subject. Everything I Stand For. I think it would take the entire faculty of every Ivy League university years to finish that one. oh well, my boss is here, so my time is up. hopefully this'll be fresh and steaming when you wake up.

and in keeping with my strange compulsion to add to the world's already over-abundant supply of excellent (or at least amusing, or at least irreverent) one-liners, I went on to comment:

interesting only becomes intriguing when it starts getting ridiculous (or seems to)...

not that I've ever taken for being faculty at an Ivy League university, and while I couldn't say I'd read it all, I would at least pick it up and start perusing your endless blog... instinct tells me that I might like to sit across a table or on a comfortable couch and toss thoughts into the air with you... in those thoughts, perhaps we might discover why :)

as for continuing, it's a life... some of it is written on paper, some of it is transposed into musical notes, some of it is simply experiences and shared in actions, but it is continuous no matter how many times I feel I've stopped and started...

long pauses happen, death might be considered a stoppage, but then, others might jump into the thought stream and continue swimming toward wherever it may be going...

it's the journey, not the destination, that is amazing (speaking of quoting celebrities, but then, song lyrics are a natural part of my vocabulary if you haven't noticed by now)... everything is derivative, even the big bang of the big bang theory fame... enter the realm of the consciousness of timelessness and you begin to experience the anything is possible perspective I call home...

fresh and steaming, indeed :)

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