the blurry healing

a strange googlish glitch brought this post to be re-dated for just now (i fixed it but was it the universe testing who was really listening/reading?... or maybe testing if i was?... queue robert kline sounds, aye?)... you had to be there maybe*...

*so much missing going on...

this music is still much more to the point though :)

so aside from lots of softball texts breaking the flow of the emotional catharsis and a few glitches in uploading more songs to the MaD playlist linked above, the afternoon flows by quickly, relatively speaking, as time flies when we're having fun, even when the heart feels like time is dragging (the irony of relative perspective... or the relativity of perspective, perhaps... so much of what we call irony may not be irony, after all... is that irony?)...

laughing at myself even if you aren't getting it... it's something we might call the blurry healing as the music (MaD playlist) drills down into the core and exposes everything (so far beyond words, no one will ever know without in depth study in person, but hey, maybe that was the point of the universe tricking blogger into re-dating that post, aye?...

yeah, you had to be there maybe... wish somebody was (lam*)...

(*laughter does not change the sadness*, it only makes it feel better)

(the title may be more poignant than the words*)

*who remember asterisks? (or parentheses for that matter)