am I confused or what? (well, I'm a little less confused than I was a moment ago and since I didn't know I was confused until a moment ago I suppose I am more confused than what at the moment compared to how confused I was more than a moment ago but still, being less confused than I was a moment ago is a pleasant surprise... I refer, again to Ice Cream Creatures... until a few moments ago I somehow thought that I received this CD (with it's homemade feltish crystally studded feather filled packing case) from her cuz I picked up the package the same day as I picked up the letter and artwork (someone must be laughing now... in fact, several someones, huh?)... well this realization in no way diminished the artwork made by human hands (in fact, that has now been enhanced), but I neglected to thank her for the CD (I wonder if she'll remember me when she becomes a famous fabulously eccentric popstar {fep?} writing way-out-there art lyrics or something)...

anyway, if you like electronic ethereal music, go get the Ice Cream Creatures CD... or two, even (for a friend)... a-hem...

speaking of confusion, click click click (russian roulette, anyone?) I am tending to be enjoying more of it at a high level than is usually the case today, probably because I am in a let it go state of mind (not too far from a NY state of mind, if you recall or understand or something, at least be something, ok?) and it feels really good to be here... some influencing from my favorite ice cream creature herself, no doubt, as she mentioned a one hit pipe and opium which triggers some ancient sense (or scent) memory and somewhere in my mind I am spaced out around a campfire in the middle of the desert, mostly naked and covered in earth paints with this euphoric smile (not painted) on my face and feeling like floating without a care in the world... later, we'll do a sweat cave thing and discover the meaning of navel lint, but for the moment, there are few highs like memory highs...

you don't have to travel with me to all corners of my mind, you know... you don't even have to watch the whole show, but in case you want to, just ask and you can have an all-access pass (as long as you know how to use it)... if you don't know exactly what I mean, no worries, you can ask as many questions as you can fit into your visit when you visit (for that is when all secrets can be revealed and all confusions can be cleared up and all you need to bring is an open mind, unless, of course, you plan on staying for more than a week and then you might consider bringing some changes of clothing and your own toiletries and some survival money cuz I am not longer independently wealthy and can only offer free rides for about a week or so, which sends me into another place in memory that has beautiful sunsets over miles of my own backyard on Citruswood Court)...

there is just not enough time (and sometimes not enough words) to explain everything here... but ultimately, everything is exposed to some extent (right, Mill Road?) in one way or another... such is life in the big city with a naked heart...

meanwhile, you have a wonderful day, ok?

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(just let me know you were here)