missing pieces

this was a different kind of blog of sorts that the critics liked more than the others because it was less personal and more creative in an abstract kind of randomly casual methodology of thoughts and such that mattered only for a moment if that long and occasionally could have been profound if one delved into the meaning but the story never really got off the ground because the emo grabbed thin air and fell from the sky with silent messages (what?) from the sci-fi imagination to the wishing well of emotions long sleeping long burning long lost in the busy business of living each day and then, it got sleepy and less fun to read and write, so the critics went away leaving their own form of silent messages that sent mr tanner back to sorting through his clothes singing softly to himself as i used to do once upon a time, so what is left now...

bullsugar!

holy blogoly

ten new blogs created tonight for several different reasons, most to make sure some blog names are not used before i can get to them (as so many have been wasted before by people who created a blog only to abandon it after as few as one entry or never use it at all... words deserve better than that, even without the over-dramatic mockery)...

and there's a dent in the piles of stuff in the space, even more surprising... and what's all this about bullsugar?... seems i forget every few entries and this sort of random report pops up... but then, what is a blog if not a random report of this or that or whatever... if only there was time, there would be so much more, if only there was time...

and you, how are you?

weirdness arises again

most of the time it is a memory cell that slips and forgets something that causes weirdness of the personal kind because without that memory cell, the uncertainty of precisely how and when and what exactly happened and whether i did it or someone else did it or...

so linkages in recent posts around my personal blog world and emails found filtered by the software (was it filtered into the junk folder by microsoft or by my virus program and why did i decide to look at the junk mail tonight for the first time in months to find a six day old email that came in on the 16th of all dates?... ooooo, weirdness :)

yeah, so alone, i make of it what i choose... and if anyone else was involved in this weirdness, he or she will have to say so...

huh? :)

aimless wandering

that's the direction my mind is heading and there's no time to enjoy it, so i'll just go through the day faking the maturity and responsibility and focus and all that grown up stuff while i let my mind daydream out the window of life...

wanna climb a tree with me? :)

everyone is fighting

for one thing or another, everyone is fighting, if only for the illusion of control... for the illusion of belonging... for the illusion of being better than the rest... for the illusion of winning... for the illusion of being number one... for the illusion of power... for the illusion of order... for the illusion of right or wrong or heaven or hell... for the illusion of love or hate or pain or fear... for the illusion of knowing... for the illusion of sharing... for the illusion of feeling, of being, of thought... and most of all, for the illusion that it is not an illusion...

meet me at the restaurant at the end of the universe and tell me what you think...

did you ever feel?

i've got the feeling most people would say yes, but i've got the feeling that most people actually never did, but then, how would one know, after all... illusions, all... it's really sad, but then, sadness is an emotion, a feeling, isn't it... so is it? (as in, i mean, does it really exist and what is real?... and what is it, anyway?)...

ever really hear meg & dia?

and where we can wandered tonight

or perhaps it was another night... or day, in fact, but then... times is meaningless when we share... so i clicked on an email link and this is what i found... and where we can wander tonight...

always write

meetups

because i'm tea too

enjoying music and sci-fi

because ignorance is bliss (for the ignorant)

drug laws kill more people than drugs

crossing to facebook

up the sandbox

and all the while (what internet porn?), music plays thanks myspace

december's fall

merry ellen

beatlesque

sandy kilpatrick

then i came here to remember it all...

and back around to me again

seems

sometimes it may seem that every word i ever wrote was aimed at just one heart and soul i used to know and maybe that's the truth and the way it's always been or maybe you know something more that doesn't show... or maybe that is just the way it seems sometimes in dreams the exact clarity matters less than the flow and that is true in rhymes and songs and so for me and you it seems we laugh as if we know what we don't know...

(cuz seems create the dreams that always grow)...

where have you been? (narf)

hiding or oblivious

you once knew the way

but years have lead you somewhere

have you been astray?

why would you want to be an ass tray?... toilet seat?... smoker?... ah, ash, as if...

play with the letters and you might see

you are as oblivious as me

but somewhere deeper you understand

you had the power in your own hand

all along

as simple as writing your song

but beware when listening to it on the radio cuz The mammalian brain is protected by the blood-brain barrier, which prevents harmful substances from reaching the brain tissue [and] there is evidence that exposure to electromagnetic fields at non thermal levels disrupts this barrier. dontchaknow... narf.