a bit of deeper ooze

is this really the real or... that is what i wonder this morning as i stop into this daily blog more to fend off the lonelies more than any other reason cuz i have stuff i really must to do today (cuz i want to more than i don't want to and i know it will be good for me to do) and i do not want to sit down and do what i did the past two days which is turn on the tv and blow off the stuff (self: shower, laundry, exercise, cleaning, $world: bank, post office, shopping, returning a couple of potential job phone calls, and more) so as i wonder what the point or worth of this e-the-real blog is (only 2600+ entries into it, narf), i simply copy and paste this message i sent an old friend about this (along with some serious babbling expansion of pondering depths and girths and navel lint, as usual) here because, well, the last entry entry (and this one too, perhaps) ought to express the primary why clearly enough (in a word, lonelies)...

of course i am also here to enhance clarity and motivate myself, but i could do that writing or thinking in private, after all, ya know?... then, out of the blue, i created two new blogs (later)...

and in the end, my mind hears a soundtrack play right on time i remember that old songs still get me back to where i belong (how can anyone not know the beatles, anyway... oh, if i only had the lost tapes life would have been and could still be so much easier to live and dance through... is it karma that took those tapes and the trust of music from me?... sigh, whatever, aye?) even if that is a lonely place realize that lonely feeds fatigue even after a good night's sleep and realizing the world is too busy to call or text at the drop of a hat when these sort of lonelies explode like a volcano so i sigh and accept and move on to my next task...

kit :}