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for the show though mostly that is how this garden grows but sometimes I want you to know you are part of the flow and so slipping deep into sleepwriting now, we find ourselves in the midst of entries written over a few days conscious, semi-conscious, and unconscious in the big green chair, I find another inspiration to rekindled the dreams of the heart, however fleeting, however distant, however much illusion, the words are as powerful a feeling as we allow them to become within us... and that is how this place is built, bit by bit, entry by entry, inspired by memories and dreams and sometimes, by you... I was inspired to respond in passing to some of you a few times recently and what follows are some of those comments, for what the are worth here... I believe they have something to say, something to share... perhaps to give you more of me, perhaps to inspire more sharing... if nothing else, to be more proof that I care... and we begin... ah, you are a genuine smile, asking me to come out and be real like that, I mean, caring and all (can I be anything but flippant?... of course, but will I?)... actually (and truly madly deeply too), aside from my apparent addiction to whining about anything and everything (my latest attempt at an avant guarde literary art form, perhaps) life is at it's best point since this millenium began what with regular gym workouts and the return of silliness... in fact, if it were not for the lonelies fluttering about in the dark, I'd say I was back to my old childishly jubilant self (seriously, but don't tell cuz on account of my latest art-form is not quite finished)... and then the journey took a turn toward the deeper fantasies of the heart as it has here before (must I link to the past to help you remember?... ah, but I feel too playful for such leading tonight, so you must wander around to find out what I mean for yourself... the only clue I shall provide is that we have been here before and that this is what this diary is is for, for the illusions, the fantasies, the building of the dream, and the falling in love, such a sweet tease)...
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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 |