she needs a blue vein cigar

I need to learn where Zooks is getting these helpful (if not trivial, but hey, that's my forte) bits of information (that may or may not be quoted from some TV documentaries, or perhaps, the TV Guide itself).

I tried to make this day come as slow as it can, but so, far, I'm failing, mostly because they (others) seem to make it fit to "try" me.

Don't try. Just apply (to me).

I wonder how far one can go into applying for notice, and actually get less of it, perceived, when it propogates so fully and beautifully? I think that's the story of this topic's endeavor, in a nutshell, if you were to ask me. Nobody asks me.

Ah, I just reminded myself. "Nobody". I'm sure he'll appreciate it once I feature him (elsewhere).

(I speak so much in vaguetries; do this try your understanding of me, or does it enforce it?)

I knew it. Thank you, bizarro me in a strange land of topsy-turvy seasonal affectedness.

If what you can love runs contrary
to all the values others treasure the most
please hold yourself equally treasured.:thumbsup:

(Re-read a few pages.)

I read (re: 'red'), but I don't "see". Let me stew on it.

What makes me

*shakes head

is I'm gone but 10 minutes (maybe 30) and in that span, we get inundated by the seemingly inconsequential. For someone who strives for meaning in anything in this void of our choas, I get dismayed by it. I can't rebel against it, for the sole reason I'm not a part of it.

I'm in the wrong 'zone', I believe (or they'll have me believe) ; please hand me a ticket back. My state of mind has reversed course.

I put some meaning
into all the things I say,
at least I try to.

Understanding some issues
can hardly help its own truncation
by clinging to prejudice.

Not to take away from contriubtions elsewhere (or am I taking it away anyways?) but since I don't know when, I've started to complie and create all of my posts as if they mean something bigger than anything ever before; I want them archived, and to be remebered, adored.

I always said I didn't want to be famous. Something in me is contradicting that notion now.
For the most part, though, this is perfection (or as close to it) for the sake of one person: myself.

All else, audience or not, comes second.

- - -

Would you like some music for today?
(and with that keyword, I've remembered somthing else.)

A hot bath or a lukewarm shower usually brings my mania level down
to a tolerable level.

Yes, music sounds like an excellent idea.

Well, I don't have an immediate idea of what you might like (though I have been pushing off the idea of creating a new Tilted Music thread since early this morning)...

so in the stead of my absence of mind of what may be actually pined for, I'll just post something that I really liked from about a week (a new discovery as well!).

combined: (click the highlighted link below, the track, to begin to listen.)

I'm writing too many words.

Know who I miss?


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Elphaba

know who I miss:

of anger & resentment
you have read I harbor some also
so togetherness will count.

I have a lot of anger every day, but then I forget about come the next day.

(I'm actually quite almost very pissed that I've wasted all this time, when in three minutes' time, I should have started my new topic by now.)

I hate it when our queerness
doesn't live up to its promises
thereby denying itself.

(abs)

It's a shame, Sir.

Surrender.

I'm pretty weird, too. But that's the way I like it.

No, the other video I posted was much better. Or should I call it a 'performance'?

Watch the other one instead (or should I say, 'enjoy' the other one?).

it wasn't Mick Jagger in Performance doing Memo from Turner ...was it?

No.

'Twas this 'un.

ahh, I see. Generally, I did not like much about the '80's, though I do like U2, Jet.

XOXOXOX,
iBN

Noone has denied
the value of your input
that I've yet noticed...:thumbsup:

Great song.

(Yes, Nick, that ends in "eat". Progresso makes wonderful tomato soup.):)

& I got another palindrome.

If there was anything good about those eighties, it is that our colour spectrum probably multipled threefold throughout those years. We ven got to name a few of them, too.

I "totally" killed myself today. I need to eat my capsule, and brace in. My 'play' is really my work, and my 'work', well i look forward to that more than I do my 'play' (free time).

My free time is "bogus". I'd much rather be sleeping right now than to keep being "free".
Somehow, this society & community will not allow me to sleep anymore than five hours a day.

Little inside track: I cheat them all the time. It's "mondo".

I heard about that
from someone with compassion
& wishing you well.

You'll have to remind of that again; I should have never have given up my pad & paper... my memory's not worth anything more than a dandelionfish's anymore.

I love sleeping because I can dream for eight to ten hours.

Pages & pages full of epic dreams I used to write.

Writers play all the time. 'Tis a joy.

Hi, dear Grace. A while back I thought you said you're going to Mexico to work for a while and then I didn't notice you around here. So I figured you went. Did you go? Now I think you didn't, but I'm wondering why I believed that.

I didn't have the funds for travel, and other circumstances happened.

Ah well, another time perhaps.

that's the spirit

my spirit is still drained.

no use in complaining now.

i think i'll finally get on starting that thread i said i was going to, but the numbers (and my procrastination) did not align.

be back after its done.

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to leave Earth? To gaze back at the receding blue gem that is our home planet and go where no human has gone before? What strange sights await you? What dangers must you avoid? With five decades of space exploration behind us, we can now begin to answer these questions. Blast-off with this Australian-made documentary series, which explores the pleasures and pitfalls of travel to the alien planets of our own solar system. Narrated by Richard Roxburgh, this series visits the planets from a very personal perspective: that of the people who have sent probes hurtling to strange worlds, and also from the viewpoint of any one of us who might dream of making a trip ourselves. The series is styled in the guise of a visual guidebook, tapping into the mystery and intrigue of space exploration while providing the sort of practical information required by anyone who might like to imagine actually going there. Think of it as a kind of handbook for our cosmic neighbourhood. It recaptures the sense of wonder and romance that was so palpable during the early years of the exploration of the moon and the planets beyond. With a renewed push to propel humans into the heavens and the last three decades of unmanned interplanetary missions behind us, we now have the legitimacy to look deeply into the solar system to explore what our planetary neighbours offer in terms of destinations for human exploration and discovery. As dawn breaks on a new age of manned space flight, this program offers a ringside seat to the splendours of the solar system: an astronaut's guide to whole new worlds of possibility.

you know what spaces me out? Truck racing in Australia.

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Another post from the beyond.. you just can't get people to change without them looking at you funny.

Metamorphosis is private business.

So I hear. Something about a monster telling me about how 'community' is dead; I'm not all too oblivious to disagree with it. I'm optimistic that part of it is wrong, but no.

'Train in Vain' is next.

Not to be confused with optometrist, but sometimes closing your eyes works for a while.

Well, as you've seen recently, it's hard to keep your eyes closed to the raucousness when some feel compelled to usher their entire chest into your face (and that's actually not the worst part of it).

Somehow, still, with all that 'private business', in more than half of the states, (31) it is not considered assault to give someone a friendly teabagging, regardless of intimacies (strangership).

Dolly Parton is a teabagger?

Edward, darling, I am very confused.

Please clearly state what has you in such a state.

In a state of utter aspiration, am I, but when all around, looking to find a spark to cling to, I can only muster exasperation, at what & how my time is being squandered working towards something I'm not quite so sure of anymore.


I think I'd like a good formspringing agent, and with that, and hopefully some free time, I can shut off some of the apathy thats rubbing off on me.

Summer's almost over; can you believe it? I'm still trying to catch up to all the things I put on hold since 2007.

(What have you ever collected?)

Memories.
A handful of friends.
Pretty rocks, feathers and old bones.

Time does its slippery thing upon us all.

If apathy is bothersome, then its not truly apathy, is it?

Pz, bro.

(and no, I do not smell like dogfood.:D:D:D )