cuz when the weekend begins

all the avid fans and obsessed stalkers have time to come visit and read and catch up on all the entries written throughout the week cuz most of them are respectable working class people like you and everybody else and they only play avid fans and obsessed stalkers on the weekend... don't worry, i won't tell your secrets (or mine, even) cuz they all might be in the mind (like mine, even) and then we'd be laughing with each other at each other instead of just laughing with each other at me and unless i am surely you are laughing at yourself i wouldn't want to laugh at you cuz i care about you and never ever want to hurt your feelings (though i might stoop to shock therapy at times cuz it's an art of craft every now and then sometimes for fun and sometimes genuinely trying to save the world, and the cheerleader too)...

ah, but the wizard behind the curtain admits that it sometimes just comes out of being bored and lonely, but you are encouraged to judge for yourself, play along, even...

but that would mean you have to find the time to actually read and try to understand all the ridiculously obscure and slippery little nuances and references and innuendos in my many entries and even attempt to understand what is serious and what is just playin (like which boxxee is real and which is memorex, or something like that) and that would take even more time and some sharing in the physical world or at least careful sensitive voice communication and who has time for all that?...

which of course makes the few of you who have taken the time and gotten to know me over the years worth all the more to me and if i could tell you how much i appreciate you i'd probably have the words to save the world, ya know?...

always hoping we are having fun, even when it's serious :)