guided missiles, revisited

remember when we said we should be laughing (missile-toe?) and instead we said yeah, right... so whatsitooya? (missive ho?) and no one got it get it? (and the two before that one too) but because we still love music (or was that flower power?, hey hey hey) the love never seemed to end (or was that the month that never ends {cuz it goes on and on my friends?... and welcome back my friends to the show, ah, the show} because we remembered when the music and so we sang someday my princess will come too hey hey hey, and someday the music was new (a mix we lovingly call bipolar... yeah, could be heavy, but it ends with Meg & Dia's Love Song (which is one of Dia's favorite songs, as it Love Is, which is one of my favorite songs and very upbeat, so heavy ain't the end, it's the means to the end and the end, well, that's still being written, ya know?), and hey hey hey heck yeah that was worth repeating...

he ain't heavy no, not much just some lonely guy who spent some time on the internet a few times, just not nearly as much as before... pondering the universe of sorts and ancient history (maybe ain't so ancient, actually)... maybe... but seriously, if we can really remembering the giving is what feels best we will feel the flow of positive energy and forgive the life of so many unfinished narfs and other things even when we are choosing to sleep for many weeks (or some measure of time which is so relative (bach knew), how about you?... this may be some sort of compilation, or not...

it could be that sometimes i have too much energy and even when sleep calls or the moment has passed the flow continues into the future and if we blink (and blink again) we just might miss it and find ourselves wondering where we belong...

we must remember this, even so... after all these years, it's nice to know...

narf :)