A Journal of Sorts
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"I know she's in the building I can feel it in my guts somewhere within these four walls is the woman that I love the sweetest wild adventure hangs within my grasp she's external, she's alive and I've found here at last I've left her notes and poems..." ~ Mike Scott ~ well I've gone and done it... yes, I've fallen in love again (exposed it too... previous cases of this malady have been much more internal and not discussed much outside of my subconscious)... of course she's unobtainable today... not another famous person (though I'll still welcome any of Libbo's girls if they can stand this sort of tongue-in-cheek ribbing... tongue-in-rib?... a little higher and to the left?... those aren't pimples, so stop trying to pop'em) J huh?... anyway, the words flow and I must praise and cheer and exude wonderful stuff and I will let you in on it as soon as she says it's ok (and if she doesn't it'll be our little secret, right?)... if you think you're noticing some silliness or irreverence, it's just your imagination so go back to bed... after all, I don't even know her name... but her web presense you've heard mentioned here before... back in the duldrums when I wasn't in any mood to reach out and touch anybody, I was still glancing (no, not the glance girl... tangerine is still great {and still the sweetest cherry in the apple pie}, but she's not who I mean)... I don't mean all the others either... I mean her (see, she's already a 'her', how familiar... how rude?... how about... oh well, if she can't take it, might as well find out before I fall any further)... nocturna comfort in darkness I burn ethereally power comes from within inspired by you even if it's all just fantasy you're as real as you want to be and you will always be real to me maybe it's cuz ET is back in the theatres and I want another child to go with... or more likely that I've finally reached a holidate in my catching up in these journals... just three more months to go... still?... but meanwhile, the nurturer and guardian angel are waking... slowly... and I'm getting no sleep... again... not wise for one who works night shift... zzzzzzz... touch the moment feel everything all there is you are too hold on let it go become part of the flow and if you feel it coming down bring it and if you feel a song inside sing it and if you feel like letting go wing it there's nothing more you can do king it and let the passion consume all your fears and let the wisdom drown your ignorance for bliss is not waiting through timeless years life is this moment and all it appears live it before it all disappears touch the moment feel everything all there is you are too hold on let it go become part of the flow and if you feel it coming down give it and if you feel a song inside live it and if you feel like letting go let go there's nothing more you can do let it grow let it flow let it show J |
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