ah, the ultimate (penultimate?... is that a writer's ultimate?... pen, ya see) question... well, there are the amazing revelations that the background tv (and the bbc) are providing (that could be sarcasm, but underneath, aye?)... and if you were paying attention earlier and wondered, i did nap on and off and woke groggy, but feel all sorts of energized now most likely because of the pizza (and did i mention pineapple soda?... hey, i bought zero, as in none of the usual snacks and cookies and cakes and chips and chocolates and other snacks i usually buy, for what that's worth)... yummy pizza... and i did some exercise for a change (other than softball and long walks with happiness) which is a very good thing... i believe i am taking tonight off so i do not have a recurrence of the shin splints i had every other time i simply started daily jogging again... or else i am just stuffed with pizza and lazy...
i feel lonely some nights and this was one of those nights... there was a time when i had someone who adored me... who focused all their spare time on me, learning me, getting to know me, wanting to find out what made me happy... playing games that stimulate my mind, sharing profound thoughts and emotions through stories and music, satisfying libido, exploring sensory experiences, cooking and eating favorites foods and trying new foods, and most of all sharing interest in each other, sharing caring about each other, sharing respect and appreciation and value...
got nobody doing that around here lately... sigh and alas and all...
guess that's why i am here a lot more, huh?...
Saturday, April 13, 2013
keeping up at all?
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google ate my comment before i coukd publish it. i guess it wasn't meant to be. it was about pizza. or at least my memories about pizza. long ago memories, but at least i do still have them.
so, instead of pizza, i'll paste something written by Marilyn Monroe that I read this morning ...
Only parts of us will ever
touch only parts of others –
one’s own truth is just that really — one’s own truth.
We can only share the part that is understood by within another’s knowing acceptable to
the other — therefore so one
is for most part alone.
As it is meant to be in
evidently in nature — at best though perhaps it could make
our understanding seek
another’s loneliness out.
very cool... i found this and she is more fascinating than most people ever knew...
yes, she was. A few months ago I was surfing around online and spent hours reading whatever I could find about her. I hope to read "Fragments" at some point :)
j
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