continuing as if

(essential linkage below, of course)... but first, there is this paragraph to share cuz it is here... and more, there are dozens of completed (not really, but they are ready for uploading and the incompletion of the thoughts contained within those entries is the irony or whatever word describes the mixed message that the word completed sends at this moment on this subject in this blog entry in this blog on this planet at this whatever, but whatever, right?) waiting for upload (or at the very least about to be uploaded) and all i've got to do is remember how because it seems as though i am forgetting lately (nudge nudge, wink wink, somebody kick the blind bat, aye?)... ok, so maybe there are a few more than a few and they were just uploaded... but they just might be some of the most loosely threaded and incompletish entries, aren't they?... well, somebody said so in my head and who else should i listen too, right?...

and all this before 9am... as if there is a grand design, a purpose, some profound meaning, real value, and/or vital need for these words i pour on the the internet day after day, alone on a hill, sitting almost perfectly still with a foolish grin... i mean, just because i almost got reflective or something (oh, can you just feel the part two itching to come out?)... of course there were a couple of the obligatory daily life sort of entries that fill in the spaces between the profundity (ahem, self-mockery will get us nowhere, man)... but what might be the epic imaginary existential identity crisis of all time, perhaps, is the budding query that may or may not garder an audience even if i actually do find some motivation to continue along that train of thought...

yes, there are entries you missed since the last one if you just stopped by and the previous paragraph slyly slips those links in as if you wouldn't notice, ya know?... and for whatever reason this seemly disjointed and possibly quite mad process (and i refer to the inevitable inimitable and all around incredible {shhhh, let ego have a little fun, m'ok?... i mean, even if we can't always make it [the mundane details, that is] holy, we can at least feel the serious reverence now and then as life is real beyond these words and it's not all sarcasm and irreverent nonsense... sigh, alas, and all that} phenomenon known in the trade as the catch-up process that, against all odds {or reason}, we are grandly continuing to dance as delightfully {and haphazardly, no doubt} as any of the midnight marauders might make music {if you are paying any attention at all, you might be laughing along with the man behind the curtain, after all} and as usual, when reason fails, delusion always comes along to save the day... or night, to be more precise)...

bear with me as the secret secrets to sanity cycles, m'ok? :)