...THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE...
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A Journal of Sorts
maybe
tomorrow
buzz, burp, fart... it's a wonder how people survive in these bodies... oh wait, we don't... well, it's a wonder how people survive as long as they do in these bodies... and this is paradise?... I mean, think about it... ethereal perfection, energy beings, you can do whatever you please, go wherever you wish, zip through the universe without any physical pain or discomfort... or you can fight gravity daily as the decaying carcus you're trapped in is glued to this planet where every day you have the opportunity to experience some new challenging physical crisis or disease or pain or discomfort...
oh yeah, this must be the place...
of course these bodies can feel some amazing feelings too if your open and honest enough with yourself to feel everything you can feel... to accept yourself completely (we're in physical bodies, ya know?) and still not settle for less than your best on every level... I'm still looking for that person... you know, the one without repressions and fear and prejudices and all he dogmas that keep sex and sensuality taboo just because people are afraid of letting go and possibly look foolish... give me an outrageously intensely exploding foolish orgasm over repressed polite conversation any day J
there's a new girl in my world... no, not a love interest, she's not in physical space (but then... ok, I won't fantasize... much lam)... I think she's going places so I'm giving her webspace to speak out as she pleases and she can be found doing her thing in Layla's World... I won't tell you if she's real or not, she likes obscurity and secrets even more than I do cuz it's the only escape from the awareness of the insanity of humanity... but I'll let her rant or do whatever she wants to do for a while in her own uniquely adorable (or offensive, depending upon your perspective and preconceived notions and limits and stuff) way...
if you didn't notice, she's in the Getting Real gardens and if you haven't been there before then start here so you might have some idea of what you're getting yourself into... if you don't control your own life but try to control everybody else or you have prejudiced closed minds and think you're right or you're easily offended or disgusted by some things, you may not want to go... and she'll probably give you the finger (and who knows where that fingers been?.. ahhhh, but we sure can can imagine a lot) J
so what else is new?... well, a few things you can find all over the place... cheaters use the what's new page... well, nice ethical people with little time use it too... wish more people would discover me, I'm ready for fame...
fortune too J
ok, so slapping myself all around the web with irreverence, sarcasm, and other witicism (wisdom?... eh, you decide)... in reality (or at least in the offline physical world), I'm stalled in limbo again... not exercising enough cuz the neighborhood isn't exactly safe at night (well, that's one reason)... not relaxing enough cuz there's no comfortable place to relax here... not sharing enough cuz there's not enough people sharing and sharing takes two, at least... I'd send away for a mail order bride but I don't have the postage... I'd adopt a kid but I don't have enough space to share with one... I'd get another dog but, same reasons... am I getting crotchety? J
there must be some way out of here (whatever does he mean?)... too many words, not enough eye contact... so is that my fault?... who's responsible for this mess we loosely call life?... have you taken a good look around lately?... or inside, for that matter?... or... into someone's eyes?... I mean, I'm not the one turning away... did you know too little eye contact is the primary cause of madness in humans?... well, that and Barney J
maybe I'll try to write a serious song
