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actually elsewhere actually, I've been elsewhere again... elsewhere being anywhere but here, but I mostly refer to writing in other places when I mention elsewhere here... after all, we're not stupid enough to think I do not go other elsewheres offline in life when I am not here... cuz if I was here all the time I'd probably be even more wordy than I already am (what?... am I being sarcasmatic?... or as W.C. Frito might say: all things considered, I'd really rather be orgasmatic)... it's all good fun, da know? (well, you oughta know by now) cuz I love writing and consider what I write babble and babble doesn't come in briefs... no, babble is either bare assed naked of fully clothed in gaudy period costumes... are we having fun yet?... by the way, I think reading Heinlein's Time Enough For Love is reminding me that I can still feel amazingly horny... Libbo lives!... and just when the porn channels are moving out, damn... ok, so Dead Like Me hooked me in the first episode (even before) cuz the star has it, whatever it is, that hooks me... huh?... yes, she has presented the quintissential huh on film, or video, or DVD, or whatever they put TV signals on these days... she also has a great really?... and she got Libbo's attention too, but then, you knew that, didn't you?... anyway, my e key has been jerry-rigged (or gerry-rigged?) with some of it's component parts and a piece of pencil eraser to function as long as my fingers strike just right, with alacricity and perhaps some firm compassion (and patience, much patience as repairs are routinely necessary to keep the little square thingee positioned just so in the slot where the e key has it's sensors that tell the computer an e is supposed to reach the RAM and screen)... trouble with pencil eracers, though, is that they tend to break apart and that might be worse, but one solution at a time... of course most of the black and blues and self-pathetic grumblings belong in the land of the mostly dead, which goes so much deeper into the downbeats (as opposed to heartbeats and the rest) of life than this, at least until the soup is soup... I know that some of you follow some of this and a some of you follow more of this and some of you may have no idea what I am rambling on about, but I really never tried to fool all the people all the time, or even some of the time, or some of the people, or even anyone any of the time... I'm just trying to explain (what?) and follow the creative process, even when I am museless, after all... come to think of it (as opposed to cum to think of it, whatever it may be), I am not actually completely museless, actually, that thought is accurate offline in the physical life, but not here online or in my imagination (which is most everywhere, including elsewhere, actually)... this may continue... 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 |