music, and more telling

omigoobers, i am repeating myself, i know... but you just either understand or you don't... and maybe one or two or a few do, but as nobody is here, i just repeat myself because it is way too much excitement to keep to myself...

yeah, gooberlicious, gosh darn almighty powers of the universe, infinite energies of the eternal whatever and chocolate... i finally found them again... and tomorrow, when i get to work, i will order them... and no longer will i wait for this promise to be kept, a huge part of a failure i must accept, a trust i must give up on, so a new dream can fill my eyes (thank you gary moore)...

so suddenly, instead of going to bed, i found the myspace music player and have been losing myself in browsing music and putting together a play list and oh, i wish you were here, from the distant past, present, or future (cuz time is relative and if you were here, you would not only be in the present, you would be the present... words are so much fun...

and whether you recall how much putting music together means to me or not, i am... the time and focus has not been there in years, nor has the reliability of technology (as exemplified by the holes in the music player at the top of thereal™ or the top of my myspace blog where I places my most recent musical collection some time ago and find songs missing every time I return… alas, they lack, and all…

and all...

but them, the telling, blue solitaire… yes, I found it again… and soon, I shall listen to it again… I suppose the universe (and the telling) are telling me that I waited long enough for this promise (oh wow, true gold, how cruel some can be without even knowing- or worse- knowing... falling and speechless alone in bed, laughing at secrets i'm home again... we believe what we want to believe) to be fulfilled and it is time to move on to more real… sigh, and all that… jazz or not...

so i’ll stay lost in music for a while now… see ya :)