the wonder of the song

and lenka weaves a spell around my psyche that feels so good... memories of the telling (especially blue solitaire, which i just finally ordered so thanks for the on again off again caring and often-promised do the right thing return of the music and reminder that people lie even when they believe they are telling the truth, aye)... ah, but bitterness spoils the sweet taste of life, so leave the disappointments behind and expect nothing, count on only self, and enjoy the show... and ah, the telling has been a thread throughout the writings well before, but perhaps made famous for the first time on the net in dear old candora, long forgotten planet circling an invisible star (with an impossible dream, no less), long sleeping but still fighting a never ending battle for truth, justice, and true love (and kindness, don't forget the search for kindness)...

meanwhile, att still sucks even more tonight, but that's just distracting from the point that would have been made more than an hour ago if the sucky att internet service did not prevent me from pondering by disconnecting me from the net for the past hour or more... i almost forgot the wonder of song in my struggle to reconnect, fool that i am, so maybe demi lavato will help me out of the fool's rut of distration by challenges cuz that's not me... oh bless the music, la la la...

two hours later, i'll be back in a moment :)