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�2006 Candor Communications


2005-10-08 - 7:17 p.m.

welcome to the orgy


right, well, I so love her perspective and personality and relationship and creativity and I hope she doesn't disappear completely from my view, for she and her husband and their life together makes my world and much more beautiful and hopeful place... I wanna be like them when I grow, ummm, more...

and please, ok?...

and now, the entry...

some people might suggest that there is no good reason to study whether a certain part of the United States calls sweetened carbonated beverages soda or pop or something else... for that matter, the study of linguistic dialects may be an act of vanity or futility, even... but then again, what with a marathon of Monty Python's Flying Circus on the BBCA station, anything is possible and everything is open to in depth scientific or semi-scientific or even quasi-scientific or quite easily just guesswork study...

be that as it may be or not to be, as hard as I tried (and not that it was hard, for it was very easy because it was a labor of love) to cascade attention upon the wonderful and talented sippy, who, by the way, is not a sweetened carbonated beverage, soft drink, soda or pop, in spite of her astutely associated name, nobody even seemed to notice, no less rush over to my latest love interest (in my own mind) to bestow, or lavish, even, blessings of praise and adoration for her cleverness, creativity, and cuteness, so I am forced to re-emphasize her adorableness, adeptness, and aptitude for alliteration (oh wait, that might be me) and acumen for amusement, at least...

I would happily prostate myself, or perhaps I mean prostrate myself at her bussom, bestowing butterly kisses upon her beautiful being from the ticklish tips of her stunning toes to the stimulated tips of her standing-on-end hair until she exhaled roses or expoded in passionate pleasure... or at least said stop...

being that I am veraciously enamoured with the witty wonder of British Columbia, I decided to get directions... ironically, when entering my location, Orlando Florida, and her location, British Columbia, into the appropriate boxes at mapquest, the processors at mapquest insisted on sending me to Vancouver, generally assuming that the precocious pixie of the great white north lived there, in spite of the fact that I did not specify any specific city...

see?



of course I already had many reasons to want to visit the great green northwest, what with some of the most spectacularly wondrously wonder-filled people I know living in or near Seattle, but once again as before it was really quite disheartening to find out that we were so far apart in time and space (this is what I discovered):

Total Est. Time: 47 hours, 56 minutes � Total Est. Distance: 3272.37 miles

alas...

and that was merely to the doorstep of British Columbia, not actually to her house... apparently the processors at mapquest didn't know where she lived either, or perhaps they have three laws of processors like the robots and one of the laws of processors is to protect privacy, which would be good, though I kind of doubt that is true because the processors at the FBI and CIA and Canadian Tire do not seem to have such restrictions based on the facist actions of the former two groups and the end-user advertising of the latter, not to mention SPAM...

knowing that there is always hope, my heart was not completely dissed and so I compress my emotions into bits and bytes and translate those into words and present those words to you here and now for statistical analysis and comparative literature...

I so appreciate you, dear readers, for your continued returning and supporting responses... the diaryland stats tell me this since September first:

datepageviews unique hosts
Oct 7 : 88 27
Oct 6 : 113 39
Oct 5 : 46 25
Oct 4 : 43 25
Oct 3 : 88 44
Oct 2 : 116 52
Sep 31 : 4 2
Oct 1 : 72 37
Sep 29 : 34 24
Sep 28 : 381 46
Sep 27 : 92 36
Sep 26 : 102 44
Sep 25 : 87 37
Sep 24 : 63 35
Sep 23 : 80 34
Sep 22 : 15 11
Sep 21 : 26 14
Sep 20 : 104 38
Sep 19 : 74 38
Sep 18 : 148 26
Sep 17 : 38 25
Sep 16 : 55 32
Sep 15 : 65 43
Sep 14 : 68 34
Sep 13 : 54 29
Sep 12 : 100 34
Sep 11 : 62 31
Sep 10 : 71 35
Sep 9 : 96 38
Sep 8 : 145 41
Sep 7 : 87 39
Sep 6 : 103 51
Sep 5 : 42 28
Sep 4 : 99 32
Sep 3 : 169 57
Sep 2 : 111 35
Sep 1 : 139 44

which will impress no one unless you cheer or fall in love, whichever comes first... and actually, there are many blogs (and diaries and journals and so on) that get many more page views than my meager few each day... many thousands more, in fact... just look at those internet celebrities who get dozens of comments just minutes after they post a new entry...

but that has nothing to do with the private intimacies of unimaginable passions I ever so subtly suggest that we can imagine sharing with the nubile nymph from the west end of the green and pastel province... it is an insatiable thirst that leads me to want to drink her sweet honey, yes, I fear I suffer from an addiction of the spirit for the wisdom of her folly, not to mention the adorableness of her personality as expressed in her video conferencing and interviews with famous celebrity dolls and bears...

I shall, however, refrain from any embarrasing over-doing of my lustful appreciation of her passionate partners in her internet exposee-like interviews and uniquely individualized specialness (oh dear, too late?)... to be sure, I would not want any confusion or misinterpretation of my ubiquitous seductions undermining their expressed purpose, which is to amuse and befriend and endear me to her heart, so I present this polygot not just to be fair, but also to be clear... after all, this is not a test... or even a sales pitch (but if anyone wants to buy me, I might consider reasonable offers)...

so my dreams of sipping from sippy's river of thoughts, to taste the sweet nectar of her loins, to engage in compassionate confabulation deep into the wee hours of the night until we are consumed with secret passageways into each other's psyche and develop the oneness that only no one has ever achieved before, though John and Yoko claimed to have come close once during their love-in when no one was looking, must wait impatiently, itching with anticipation and eager with hopeful belief in the purity of her heart and kindness of strangers...

I am, of course, from the other side of the wall, if not looking glass, so therein mostly harmless, much like the Earth according to the Hitchhiker's Guide... my arms extend out from my shoulders to the tips of my fingers and anything farther away just gets imaginary hugs (or gropes, depending on the mutual agreement between consenting adults) and any playful notions of love potions or sweet devotions must obviously be relegated to fantasy with the hope that no offense is taken because no offense is intended and therefore we can enjoy every micropore of titilation and ecorporial conflagration (the management is not responsible for spontaneous combustion of it's guests)...

more certain than it would be if it was carved in stone, and even more well-known than it would be if it was genetically passed down ingrams, and simply more true than anything (yes, such superlatives are just the beginning of the essence of this story and love-fest), there is no doubt that I would climb the highest mountain if a friend was up there and now, she is included in that select group for whom I would climb...

no matter how tired I might get or how cramped my muscles might become, I would climb and climb for the noble cause, even if it is an impossible dream... the windmills have no chance, in fact, when my process with the imaginary fish turns the tables on the doubt and pickle juice... but before I make a complete buffoon of myself (as opposed to the nearly perfect buffoon I've already exhibited as the person known as me... queue Monty Python closing music and credits, ever the influence through this entry and life, as is 42, even though they may not share physical touches for direct credit for the systems or accoutrements of the life I loosely call mine), I shall fall over into dead sleep and dream the sweet dreams of trusting another human with the sense of humor and wonder and harmless sharing borne of caring and honest love that is the foundation of true friends and all that is good and grand and great in this life and universe...

tomorrow, I shall continue, perhaps, but someday soon, definitely...

until then, please...






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