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and the excitement continues to build as you may have noticed, in my subtle way, I have been drooling over some diaries here lately... and not just here, but I'll plug Andrew's genius just because he deserves that credit for pushing that first pebble down the hill... sometimes I just drool... sometimes I actually find myself compelled to respond in some way... sometimes it's ethereal poetry or lyrical rhymes or free verse or some creative detachment borne of the seeds I read... sometimes it's a general stimulus to write more... sometimes it's a very specific desire to know who is behind the words and I write a letter to the unknown author... the next entry is like that last one... I won't mention the flexibility of girl with the candleabras (or is that candle opera?) that over-stimulated my last night at the Splendid China acrobatic show, but she is still haunting my mind (mostly Libbo, probably... have I mentioned here {I know I have in other places I ramble} that several parts of my mind have names?... guess you'll just have to read more elsewhere if you want to follow this parentheses and know me better {and that's just the beginning} or else, ask)... but that's besides the point... anyway, the next entry is here because it says what I want to say to many of the authors, diarists, and people behind the keyboards here at diaryland and elsewhere online (I seem to have adopted the word elsewhere today... it has nothing to do with the book by the same name, but I liked that reading too)... while the next entry is an email letter inspired by one specific person after reading a few diary entries, it just said what I've wanted to say to some others out there just the way I'd like to say what I want to say to others so well that I decided to put it here as an entry... if that doesn't make sense to you, then you are probably not one of the people to whom I mean to say what it says... there, now you know and while you may know the reference in the name of this entry you are currently reading, to paraphrase a wise Spaniard from favorite fiction, it may not mean what you think it means... it was mch funnier the way the Spaniard said it... anyway, if you think I meant to say it (the next entry, not the name of this entry, but then, either too, but most specifically the next entry... wait, I'll start this thought again)... if you think the next entry is meant for you too because I contacted you in some way and suggested that maybe we should correspond or get together or something, then it probably is meant for you too... maybe... you really should ask... unless, of course you are really good with candelabras... previous - - - - - - - - next - - - - - - - - comment? - - - - - - - -
I love you all for coming... for reading all these words for every click feels like more love (I know that sounds absurd) if I could only tell you... one thing more tonight I'd say I wish you could come home with me and be my friends for life |