there have been many words used to describe me and my personality and my style and my way and many have some truth, much truth, even, but the most accurate word to describe me may be mercurial... i fit in nowhere because to fit in, one must have shape, form, consistency... one must be like the others with whom one fits... mercurial is shapeless as it forms any shape, changing with the whim of it's surroundings... forming and unforming and forming again, trying on the infinite diversity of the human perspectives and reaching beyond to where few people ever imagine... few remain mercurial beyond infancy...
i think i remain mercurial because i don't care about fitting in, about belonging anywhere except one place i've yet to find... i want to fit in with just one person... i wonder sometimes if the one will be mercurial like me or whether she will be the form i fill forever, the shape that brings a permanence to me...
sure would like to find out :)
Wednesday, July 29, 2015
mercurial
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- serious as you wanna be
- minus the caffeine
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- before july ended
- late night hunger appeals
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- away a bit
- life, death, whatever
- running no more
- the butt hurts
- a touch of musical theatre
- taped silence
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- coulda wrote, but still had fun
- what i mean is
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- out of nowhere
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- bursting air
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musical distractions
If people had visible signs or meters that told something about them, what would you want it to tell you?
dumb poll (above), smart responders
all the previous poll votes were somehow erased, so, nevermind... ironically or coincidentally or whatever, the results were very close in practical numbers to the results above shown with just three votes, if you understand the mathematics behind that extrapolative reasoning... i will probably remove the poll at some point... it is a ridiculously useless feature...
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the thing is, with my tendency to babble and meander and whine and allow distraction to take the lead more often than not, even in this blog that sort of meant to merge brevity with focus like some bloggers do, searching for key words does not always lead to specific information about the subject of that key word... but... here is a start at an easy way to search for key words in this blog... use the search box at the top of the blog to search for words not listed here... if ya wanna, that is... and feel free to suggest words to add to this search shortcut section... click on the words below :)
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