don't let my ssssensibilities, sensations, or sensitivities upset or distract you even if they amuse you, i don't mean to confuse you if by your choice i refuse you as we are all sleeping in our own special way and in our special sleepiness we can discover that the difference between sunshine and the fiercest storm is a matter of perspective, sonny boy... so don't pull those irish eyes out to remind us of the cause even if we should be smiling at the softness or the secrets idlewild... there is a hunger and a thirst within the passion of understanding what?...
is that all you've got?... laughing as i share the links, meander as you wish through the few infinite spaces touched in the brief span of time...
just this month so far these blogs and such as it is here and here again this comes back here and blah once more...
did you not? (there's always hope)... it doesn't really have to be all dreary...
and this too, brutus, is what we find and this too, judas, is left behind and this too, harry, can only be what's meant to be and this too, johnny, was the only choice left for me... cuz it really doesn't matter if you're wrong or right, where you belong you're right, within your song... so sing your song, aye?...
for no obviously apparent reason here are some entries randomly chosen to explain the process or something or other continuing as if it matters like secret secrets or whatever maybe on the mind...
and if i sleep in the nude, does that scare you?...
narf :)
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