"I don't know why you've come, perhaps you only spend twenty five seconds here and move on without reading more than the first few lines..."

yes, it's alive... blogMad, that is... so welcome blogmadians... feel free to introduce yourself to the silent throng who inhabit this odd little tetrahegon of the quniverse (you'll just have to do some research to try to figure out the meanings of the made-up words... and think abstractly, that sometimes helps)... you love me yet?...

there's no dictionary where we're going, second star right past midnight and straight on through the twilight zone to the other side of the outer limits (one step beyond one step beyond, you know) where metaphors mix with similes within analogies that make Shakespeare turn over in his grave and giggle, maybe even fart...

don't visualize everything you read, it's disgusting...

you've come at an odd time, even for this odd place, as I haven't had a moment to myself in a couple of weeks and the babble stutter steps when I don't have a moment to myself... I don't stop writing, but there's no cohesion or time to upload (not that there's much cohesion when I have solitary time and I am concentrating, but then, one mind's cohesion is another's chaos and I'm comfortable either way)...

it's the lack of uploading that sets this time apart from most of the time, not that this sort of lack of uploading doesn't happen, because it does, it's just that when it does it's followed by a sudden surge of entries that passes into blog heaven without much notice... sad, really, all those words in a bunch of entries hardly noticed just cuz the bunch of entries are all uploaded together...

I've been told I should start several diaries and not be so obsessed with uploading an entry for every date of this calendar we live by... what's the point of having a calendar then, I say... I'm also told I should stay out of parentheses because they distract me and lead on to tangential pathways that few ever follow and losing readers is not what I am out here to do)...

perhaps it's time to clear my throat...

what am I out here to do, anyway?... yes, no cohesion or time to upload... so this entry will be followed by several other entries, suddenly, and then maybe I'll decide that this entry should reappear after all those backlogged entries because this entry is today's entry, after all, whenever today might have been...

cuz right here and now, again and again, I do want to welcome all of you blogmadians cuz I see in my stats (or maybe I have a crystal ball... no, actually, a magic mirror that dozens of you are coming from the newly opened BLOGMAD! (everybody must join and play and feel the power now... it is an omen... or polyp... or a constituency... or even more, an opportunity... you belong there I promise... really, I promise... go now and then come back for more prophesy and passion)... the words make sense, just think wider...

it's not a monster, really, no matter what the title of this entry says to you... it's bringing you here, after all, to read this calliope told by an idiot signifying pimpernel (maybe someday I'll explain... and maybe someday I'll spell check... and maybe someday I'll win the big one and give it all to you... now that reason enough to stick around, isn't it?)...

I could tell you I love you, but then, that's fundamentally a rip off of Jack Handy, sort of, and no bivalent (or bipolar) joy or death or p-p-pleasure or pain can stop the gardens from growing in their way because it's all child's play, no matter how long ago or unborn it may be...

but I won't...

I could tell you about live journal or myspace or other words that stretch the parameters of reality and fantasy and let you imagine which is which in your imagination (there are no limits except those you place upon your mind) because I love to play with the perspectives we perceive (you do perceive, don't you?) because I am secure within mine and love exploring others, not to mention dozens of other mini sites, but I won't because they are not esthetically pleasing (as on all of my sites, no design, just words, and you've seen enough words, unless you're crazy for words like me and in that case you must let me know where you keep yours)...

but I won't...

I won't do a lot of things, but I won't tell you what I won't do and I won't tell you what I will do because you're not really here... here being here, where I tap these keys... you are there, out there, where you see your screen... we meet somewhere in between, in our imaginations... I sure hope it is fun place...

I will start the beginning of the conclusion now, for whatever that news is worth to you and for whatever conclusion I might come to...

most of you will stop by once, maybe twice (if only by accident) and see too many words (not to mention lack of cohesion), no clever sound bytes (unless you dissect the run on sentences), no single thought to grasp on to and call the theme of the entry (but if you specialize in the abstract, feel free to hang out and say whatever's on your mind)...

so welcome blogmadians... and blogmadiputians... and blogmadders too... I don't know why you've come, perhaps you only spend twenty five seconds here and move on without reading more than the first few lines... and maybe you don't... perhaps I should make that the first few lines...

leave a comment if you like what you see... or if you don't... be real or be whatever you want to be... snark, even... you could call if you want, or drop me a line... we could become mutual fans... maybe even friends... who knows, we could make intense passionate love or even share some wild sex...

stranger things have happened...

well, at least to me...

I accept nude photos, but prefer website delivery to email because I lose most email in the flood... what can I say, I don't have an ark against the SPAM... in the absence of nudity, clever banter usually works... but what draws my attention most is sincerity... the power of honesty is stronger than any force known or unknown to nature, except love...

love is the force connecting everything, but physicists have yet to figure out how to measure it so they only barely know it exists and that's based mostly on movies and musical comedy and for those who listen, songs...

I also accept money, if you feel like sending any...

most of all though, I accept that you may be here for an instant and may find nothing appealing whatsoever (no less reason to pay my way through the collage of life, or the college of hard knocks, or love me, for that matter) so before you blink away I wish you much of everything you want forever and ever...

your strength is in numbers, your strength is in ways, your strength is found in peaceful slumbers and when you wake up, you wake up reborn (like I do, if you're lucky and wise)...

your heart is forever seventeen, never restrained by the commercial legalities or false morality forced upon the populace by the rich and power mongers who manipulate the masses with spiritual bullshit and fundamental fears that we all should be over by now, but they've got too many fooled cuz they are sitting on our collective consciousness with their big fat asses farting fear into our dreams...

and we let them...

heck, we pay them to do it...

well, all that serious irreverence aside, there seems to be a bit of gas-passing in this entry... personally, I always preferred nitrous, but there were others that supplied an even more devastating rush along the way back in the day when drugs were fun and not big business... have I told you of my hippie dreams?...

the sky is falling, you know...

what if you lost your first love, the love of your life, the one you were born to love, the one you live for and would die for, the one who proves eternity exists because a lifetime could not possibly be enough time to contain the love you feel...

what would you do?...

that's probably my favorite thing about The Dead Zone, not that Nicole Deboer was my first love, but she does look a little like her, but then, we were not talking about me, we were talking about you... and stop trying to get out of it...

tap, tap tap...

meanwhile, libbo has a very specific image in mind when that old black magic and sweet fantasies come a calling (and it is not about finding comfort in any rod or staff, I mean, what is it with those bible guys, anyway?... are they gay or into abuse... rod and staff indeed... then again, maybe staff means a group of people working... and maybe they find comfort in a fishing rod... maybe even a fisher of men... but sex and most religions only come together behind closed doors and we're behind the candoor here, so moving right along)...

I started this entry hours ago and have been watching The Dead Zone (how could you tell?) in marathon fashion as I ordered up the entire first three seasons from the library and watched most of season one last Friday and finished it and started season two today... Precious hasn't woken up yet and I think she's got plans for a video marathon of her own with her best friend and her best friend's boyfriend a bit later and I'm not sure if I'll be burnt out of The Dead Zone by then, but that's what's happening in life in black and white around here...

what can I say, once you go drug-free and give up the bottle, life is not as exciting as it seemed... just as Smash (not an entry goes by where I don't find a way to tease, taunt, or otherwise plug the big guy... and influencing him to write me the most amazing part in Rockin! has nothing to do with it... but my blatant plugging of Smed just might be influenced by my drooling over music)...

or practacing being pathetic...

anyway, before I wander off to find the other entries written this week that will be uploaded if I'm still awake when I gather their wits, I must apologize to Ms. Hiss (who enchants and amuses with ever entry no matter what the subject... and she sure has some wild and woolly subjects... even some pink frilly ones) for the googly eyes that open this entry... I hope there were no seizures upon opening this page...

fried brain?...

just curl up on the couch with a good friend and watch some story that touches your heart in some way, even if it's just a sideways glance on the ancient recesses of your deepest psyche, kick back and enjoy...

my couch is free...

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