what did you think i would do at this moment?

being an unnaturally born chameleon, what would you expect if fame and fortune ever did find these oddly shaped entries in this sprawling garden of words all over the internet (did i mention that i recently found a way back to the old world?... quite the excitement ensued and still does, in spite of the low energy) after all?... did you think i would crumble under the pressure?... succumb to the mold of desperate attention seeking to maintain a modicum of the momentary celebrity? (what?... i don't do enough attention seeking as a way of life as it is?... i mean, why should i stop the fun of self-mockery just because everybody else finally joined in, i mean, be logical for a moment if you dare... i know, i ask a lot)... give me anything, but promise me your heart... cuz that is where the real really starts... (e)thereal always knew...

so this is what happens when i take a day off (or try to) and sleep until ten (almost, with wake-up breaks through the night) in the recliner, whatever this is... is anobody out there?... well don't just nod, i can't see you after all... yes, what happens is a renewed desire to share and a devil-may-care way of reaching out for attention from the comfort of the brain where word play is therapy and fun all rolled into one... digesting years of stress and turmoil and clutter and disarry that comes from rushing through life taking care of others is not an easy thing to do in a couple of hours, after all...

narf :)