strange brew

yes, of course there are musical references in titles and all throughout the writings, haven't you noticed?... the babbler is invading (e)thereal tonight, like a haunting from beyond the grave, or somewhere above it, even... maybe it's because i wrote a letter to toronto yesterday, or about ten hours ago, actually, and tied up some of the loosest loose ends inside of me at the deepest core... it really does feel like i resolved some experiences that i'd left unresolved for years (which is my way in matters of the heart, for better or worse and all that, in case you just got here and have no idea who i am)...

ice melts, it's a fact... and that gets everything around it wet unless it's contained... you don't have to understand that metaphor (or maybe it's an analogy, but similes smiles upon me tonight, so it doesn't really matter what labels we put on anything, not even the atrociously bad movies on tv, for whatever that means or is worth)... ultimately, there are times when being all wet is wonderful and times when being all wet is uncomfortable, annoying or worse, horrible... the bottom line is it is a personal decision and you'll just have to make yours for yourself... either way, ice melts... and water is wet... deal with it...

the culture is so infused with irrational fears that it imprisons those who are not afraid of and do not hide the very bodies they inhabit… and this preoccupation with poisons would be sick enough if it weren't for the double standards of glorifying some poisons and criminalizing other poisons and the most morally righteous leaders in the culture pretend they are not hypocrites for justifying the legal poisons and condemning illegal poisons as if it's ok to poison oneself as long as it is legal... and let's not even begin to explore the ridiculous fears and cruel hypocrisies when it comes to sexuality or macho pride... i don't know how humans have survived this long...

so i watched tv with one eye and did some laundry with one hand so i have clean softball clothes and work clothes for the week and browsed the internet with the other eye and wrote some babblings with the other hand and danced with the devil in the pale moonlight with both feet... how was your night? (or whenever you finally get here)...