be random
what is now
when is then
where is email
who i am
how it is
why it is
leave a note?
share me, share you
make me smile
thank you

other journals
(of course I should be sleeping)
(what's life got to do with it?)

about me
(too much to know at once)
friend?
(tic tic tic, toc)

BE MY GUEST (BOOK)

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the bottom line
who can
when i had the time
the first of december (has another song)
what i do





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MONOLOG

for someone who understands

raindrops make puddles and rainbows and mud
passion makes promises and rivers of blood
angels are ghosts of dreams made of love
and everything may come from somewhere above
but what matters is what is inside
right now, right here, in you
whatever you make of this life
is what you choose to do
it may all be a game with no meaning
or maybe the fate of everything's in your hands
the universe may be waiting for your next breath
or for someone who understands
the intelligence in a grain of sand

dancers know the calling of the movement of the flesh
lovers know the freedom of not knowing what comes next
singers know the passion of feeling each breath
and the rest of us focus on the fear of death

you can be a yo-yo and you can call it fun
or you can call it routine always feeling on the run
you can be a leader if you can be so bold
or you can be a parrot spitting back what you are told
you can find the meaning in a flower petal
or you can break it down in gangsta rap or heavy metal
you can call it meaningless or play it as profound
you decide the way you're gonna get to where you are bound

feathers make birdskins and pillows and flumes
feelings make euphoria and voices of doom
devils are ghosts of dreams made of fear
and everything may come from somewhere out there
but what matters is what is inside
right now, right here, in you
whatever you make of this life
is what you choose to do
it may all be a game with no meaning
or maybe the fate of everything's in your hands
the universe may be waiting for your next breath
or for someone who understands
the messages in invisible bands

dancers know the calling of the movement of the flesh
lovers know the freedom of not knowing what comes next
singers know the passion of feeling each breath
and the rest of us focus on the fear of death

you can be a bubble always ready to pop
or you can live your live as a spinning top
you can be a pinball bouncing round in a machine
or you can be a question asking what does it all mean
you can find the meaning in a fluffy cloud
or you can bang your drum and turn your music up loud
you can find a message or believe in random things
you decide the way you're gonna get to where you going

and I don't want to bring you down
but things can be better in our town
wherever we're going, we'll get there in the end
would it be so terrible if tried to be friends?

whatever we believe the bottom line
is you love yours as much as I love mine
whatever else we may be dreaming of
we all want to love and be loved

questions build bridges or mountains or moats
answers are found in the smallest of notes
everyone's looking for someone who responds
and everything may come from somewhere beyond
but what matters is what is inside
right now, right here, in you
whatever you make of this life
is what you choose to do
it may all be a game with no meaning
or maybe the fate of everything's in your hands
the universe may be waiting for your next breath
or for someone who understands
the power of imagined wonderlands

candora

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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


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