All The Years

Yes, I am fine and you can find all the years are marked in time in blogs and so much more (and more) as they pass (the last eight) and you can go back even further and even back further still and if you look for it you can find history almost to the very beginnings of what we might call me (who me? what?) and that (and this) is just the fraction of the writings that have made it online, I mean, in case it matters to you (get it, in case it matters to you). Yes, I know, there is a lot and today there is still more and that just scratches the surface of this life in words and images and video and music and bullsugar you can find on the web. From brief philosophy to universal news of the world (universes, even) to songs you never heard to wordz from who knows where the fundamental truth is self-evident for anyone to find (who cares, aye?) and I'll repeat it in case you wonder or have any concern that I am fine in case you think I've lost my mind. Remember?

Yes, Bullsugar!

the return of bliss

well scooter, you might have noticed by now, i mean, if you've been reading me forever, that i give a lot and i mean alot and not just money, but everything, many times over... yup, i give and give and give and it has hurt to near death several times, at least, in this life... i mean $4 and the clothes on my back in the cold on the street near death, if you know what i mean (or even if you don't, few do, ever, but that changes nothing)... and even with empty hands, the giving continues... even when it appears hapless or pathetic, the giving continues... even when it burns the eyes, the heart, the mind, it continues... and still, the beauty of it all is i love the feeling of giving... and perhaps the most amazing thing of all is that when someone finally does give back, it's bliss...

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 :)

web journeys

cazzy music
ignorance + arrogance --> paranoid and 1
world hunger facts
love at first site and 1 2 3 4
four virtes
get off your grass
a wilder lawn
rawsome
facebook
twitter

glory box

there was a time i masturbated daily, often more than once a day, cuz that was the comfortable place my sexuality lived... and today i realized after a wonderful bit of self-loving that days go by lately and even more surprising is how long it's been since i shared the experience with someone else... portishead singing glory box as i woke from a quick deep nap probably flashed some memory cells... i wonder if libido is dying...

bullsugar! :}

someday, my sleep will come

yeah, i say someday because it definitely does not come at night without some conscious effort... too much to do, to many dreams to explore (awake), too much to write about, too much to share... there really is not enough awake time in this life...

video fever

that's right, in case you found this place and haven't noticed, at least a half dozen videos popped into the random pop news blog from the serious to the nonsense from banal satire to serious social issues, the world outside the head came a knocking as i found time to wander around my emails and youtube and other newsy places...

posterity will have a lot of catching up to do... how about you? :)

yes, that's it...

the previous entry sums it up so well, or at least starts to a bit and heads in the right direction, so i could expound and perhaps should expound if i only could remember what i was thinking about when i was talking about what i was thinking...

sharing!

and then there was more

cuz i am not just addicted to some foods, but i am also addicted to sharing and have compromised by satisfying this sharing addiction with the illusion that writing these words is a form of sharing cuz they could be read at any time by you or another mind and then, sharing!...

so there is always more (if you find it :)

glee

yes, who could share such a simple dream, from blissfully feeling the wonderful colors and radiance of the sun rise and sun set to the sensual pleasure of finding a favorite snack in the house and munching away at four o'clock in the morning... who still experiences the instant excitement that comes when a bit of sweet attention sparks the same powerful emotion as the feeling that children get once a year opening presents under the tree... can anyone, grown past the simple innocent years of youth, grown through the challenging years of establishing independence, through the monotonous years of working the daily grind to survive, to earn wealth and material things, can anyone, then, still embrace the full physical euphoria of glee?... to share a dream, to actualize the dream, to make the dream real... a simple dream, to share the glee...

the best laid prams

or were they plans, we coyly inquire... it's an art, you know, the art of the coy inquiry (now there's a blog title waiting to happen... yes, so anyway, the week will be wonderful what with a wednesday to wednesday vacation from the work desk (and i shall endeavor not to turn on the laptop at home or away) and the softball tournament down south (it'll be good to get away from home, however briefly and rushed) and the holiday (but will i delve into the depths this year?... only time will tell, aye?) and such and such (heavy on the such)...

if you only knew, you might understand :}

yeah, right

the music flows more and more again, though not nearly where or how it once was and did, but more and the ache to share it, to feel it with and within someone, that is returning to the surface which means the depths of desire are stirring once again and if there was only time, the explosion would be seen across the blogosphere and perhaps, the changes would happen once again in the actual physical life...

still, all meaningless unless it is shared...

and i wonder about tone

specifically, the tone of this blog that is now entering it's third month of life and yet to be noticed by anyone, i think, as compared with the tone of my other daily blogs that are mostly semi-daily now, except for this one and then (or now, in fact) i wonder - is this the first time i am openly contemplating and linking this to the stream of blogs that branch out from my written gardens and if so, what do (or can) we make of that?...

well don't just discuss amongst yourselves, i mean, feel free to let me in on your thoughts too, aye?...

narf :)

writing magic

the magic comes and goes so fast, we mustn't always trust memory or fate, which may be why we write, among other reasons...

in spite of the busy-ness

i find a moment to stop by because i want to keep in touch with you and that is the most serious the words can ever be about this blogging experience these days, or maybe ever...

i am here, hope you are there and we talk, smile, touch, and share soon :)

because ever day matters

i come here to share every day (at least i want to) because every day matters and i hope to share every day because sharing makes everything more fun and matter even more cuz two minds exponentially increase everything (especially the experience awareness conciousness perception reality physicality and feeling, if you want it, of sharing) to make each moment the most it can be...

and cuz it's fun :)

sleepless still

eyes burn, beg to close, for a moment, but then... sweet dreams swirl around to set my mind a-soaring once again... a-soaring?... yeah, well, artistic license is expanded when sleep deprived... and you think it matters what is said or done?... what matters is we share some love and fun...

yeah, we share bullsugar... better than nothing, aye? :}

the story never told

is the story that never ends...

because i want to be known

by someone, someday, somehow, completely...

i continue...

if we want to

you could follow me there or join me here anywhere in the world through the written word or if you are within reach we can share some space and time as observers or creators of our own lives - lives we can make sublime and if we see eye to eye we might even come together like two wings lifting an eagle or simply two words that rhyme...

will you join me in this quest for communication and coexistence?...

we could be friends, if we want to...