taste buddies

there are just so sensitive and connected to my brain (and therein, every nerve ending and hormone producing gland and organ that shoots emotional fireworks throughout the mind and body, it is almost unfair that so many seem to detach and lose touch and have a love-hate relationship with them... taste buds, i mean... they are my buddies when all others fail or drift away, they remain (stuck in my mouth, i suppose, but they don't seem to mind cuz i give them what they love most of the time and they've learned to love so many things, i can balance the dietary choices so i don't weight a ton or have out of control unhealthiness in the body)... tonight, they provide one of the best orally inspired orgasms this body has experienced in a long time as they explode with joyous memories of new york pastrami and knishes... hooray for mail order food :)

and that's not bullsugar! :)

petition for time (partial addendum)

actually, this is just a reminder to add this to the petition in proper petition language and all that formal stuff, but i am adding that to my petition to the universe for expansion of the earth's orbit (with the simultaneous heating of the sun so the daily temperature range remains relatively constant) because this body and mind i inhabit requires at least a 42 hour day for optimal comfort and productivity and saturdays should have an extra ten hours, at least, so a slight hiccup in the rotation of the planet needs to be built into the new orbits... so i hope the subatomic particles that designed the universe get on that right away...

the missing

yeah, even though i haven't been home until almost midnight or beyond most nights and life is so very busy with fun and friends and work i love and giving and food and toys and softball and basketball and games i love and diverse groups of people sharing most of my diverse interests and some oddities and even some tv now and then, i miss you and the song just keeps playing on another endless repeat... and me too, i miss me too...

bullsugar! :)

2, 3, 4 (once again)

as in she was just seventeen (and you know what i mean), and the way she looked... oh baby, you know what i like cuz, well, oh... hours ago i arrived at this domicile in which I sleep when I sleep and I’ll entry that time later with a backdatestamp (it’s a new word, look it up when the future gets here) so you’ve already read it unless you are not reading chronologically and then all hell may break loose in your time stream so don’t get hung up on the line or it’ll be bullsugar, or something like that… last night, once again, meg and dia blue me away once again, last night, and again, it would be so explosive if she let it happen, but does she have as much guts as she dreams of or would she crumble like every other human due to fear of something or other… holy moses it was love at first site...

meanwhile, in another blog (snarfuckle :)

for those who missed the party (o!)

the following was found (or lost) on facebook recently (reproduced here complete with typos and follow-up comments from the lunatic fringe):

yes, of course i should (have been) sleeping, but that's when the babbler wants to play most (among other sleepy semi-buried aspects of my personality, but those require a partner or some sort of inflatable ummmm, never mind)... i felt some... of that ol' time religion (not to be confused with human religions) last night and threw a chocolate milk party for the words, though it didn't get very far... heavy chocolate milk, ya know, challenging to throw, so the mess was surprisingly small... and for the confused, refer to page three of appendix g or the handbook on understanding me, if you can find it in your local bookstore... if not, sense an abundance of time to shared experiences, incorporated, and we'll put you on the waiting list... a winning lottery tocket or the equivolent will rush your order to the front of the line, in case you come across such a beast... and not that my eyes are open again, i think it's time for basketball... see you when i get back (i'll shower first, just to keep from dripping all my sweaty goodness on the keyboard... saturday night live later, not the tv version, but the home version, home you have fun too {hope, there's always, ya know?} :)

This message has been brought to you by the Chocolate Milk Association for World Acceptance.

obviously had extra o's this morning... abun-dance typo-o's (positive, please)... out to play ball now, b-goooood....

rolling

thinking about music thanks to a list-making moment or few and dancing in the dark all by myself, doesn't matter what i wanna be or not to be, the question has no answer (or 42), but there are many different ways to rolling and kinds of rolling and i'm just kind of rolling along right along alonger than there are whatever the song said, whichever song it was... there might have been a reason in the seasons of the heart but something change from the way it was at the start and i don't know what it means to you but it's the way it has to be there is still just one dream this true and it means everything to me...

all the rest is bullsugar!

more than the sum of my links

i was, really, so asleep and deeply could have been resting the body and brain as good is meant to be, but instead, i got into wandering youtube for music and mind games and all sorts of odds and ends (and you can find the linkages and other paths right here online as the newest of the hundreds of web spaces i loosely call home forms in sites i saw but you will be fooled to think i am where i've been for i am much more than the sum of my links...