what was not there

this, for one thing, was not there... i mean, after you responded to the previous entry if you clicked on the next entry you got to the next entry cuz this entry was not there, or here, to be more precise, but now it is, for what it's worth... yes, it is one of those, or these, whatever these are... the entry with no direction, no purpose, no cause, no reason, the entry that just wants to to rhyme with season... don't ask me why cuz the answer might lie if i told you i knew it might not be true... huh?...

pretty sure i was out partying or home with jackson nurturing...

part and parcel with fatigue somes silly sonnetage like these with made up words and silly rhymes that help to pass the life and times of lonely days and sleepless nights while some men dream the babbler writes as if someone might come to read and see, you do, it's like a need that stephen king and chaucer knew or elmer fudd and wacko too with cherry drops and chocolate fudge the laughter sings and ends with hugs so never mind the wordless woes the lost and lonely silent shows the party is about to start right here, right now, within the heart...

we never know what we might miss, whatever that was, this is this...

narf :)