secret entries?

never give up!... never surrender!

(shhhh, the secrets could be in the links, ya know... the challenge you accepted by coming here is - how many links can you click on, read, and still return... and understand?... the current record is 142)... maybe... but no matter what you've read, the 12/12/12 thing is still fun to play with and there are some blog entries right here in (e)thereal that were not there a moment ago, that is, blog entries being written and dropped in at random dates and times in the past (or future, even) and in some cases, as if they were there all along (and some were and nobody ever noticed, maybe... in other cases, maybe not)... not telling, that is... and some secrets were always there... what?... it's kind of like people dancing, rubbing their private parts (aka sexual organs) up against each other nonchalantly as if they can pretend it is not sexual exhibitionism and the best pretenders get the most sex behind closed doors and then everyone pretends to be offended by some obscure reference on tv like a rotterdam bugler cuz humans love their secrets, scottish slings, and hypocrisy, but that's besides the point which may vary in your region and has no business in your pants... maybe...

it's just life, if you care to know (seriously?... some fantasy, but mostly life... i always wondered why people just are not honest with each other... or serious about living... cuz in the end the truth is it's all as superficial as we wanna be...

is that telling?... sigh, sometimes the best we can do is laugh and listen to the music...

still, as the night slowly slithers toward morning, we do not want to make it too easy and besides, i hear the innuendos softly whispering with only the kind of coaxing innocence can coo, coos coos, don't take away our secret entries, so they shall continue... feel free to enjoy them, whatever they are, or might be, for that matter...

i won't tell :)

till tomorrow, that is (ooooo, who gets it?... shhhh, is it tomorrow yet?... alas, laughter is so misunderstood)... there is so much more to be discovered than can be understood and so much more to be understood than can be imagined, but we can go on searching anyway cuz, after all, what else is there to do?... for the process of continuing as if our lives depended on it (it may, after all) is more telling than we know and not even reflective tape can protect us from some collisions with reality (or something like it, alas) and if you know something about the music you just might find yourself understanding the secret (and if you listen closely as you read you just might find yourself seductively haunted too) secrets as sanity cycles...

what can this be, aye? :)