Saturday, September 17, 2005

Throw Him A Boner

Imagination was given to man to compensate
him for what he is not; a sense of humor to
console him for what he is.
~~Francis Bacon

From 1000 points of light to 101 sex tips to
today's gripe. Lists of like items to help us in
the collection process. Presorted thoughts
from an organized mind hoping to add one
more to the collection. Problem is where to
put them and what to do about the dust that
gathers. Getting over the rough spots is as
easy as flying above turbulence if the
roughness is a factor of disorganization. If it's
from overload, finding the right altitude takes
more effort. No matter what, the pleasure part
of the cruise is where the money shot
happens. Way over yonder is a horizon linking
the stardust with the ground and we found
right where you can see it best. The latest efforts are H E R E Posted by Picasa

Friday, September 16, 2005

Never a Moment Without You

"Camp" is a vision of the world in terms of style - but a particular style. It is the love of the exaggerated.
~~Susan Sontag

Getting out of the traffic jam in your mind is the first step. Then comes the list of all the places where you find strength, like a page of classified ads. Clarity lets you find the ones which are extra-strength. That initial strength takes you effortlessly then, to the rest of them mixed with the pleasure points for the day. And if you're not sure about from just where you're getting the strength, that love you see in these eyes is the love you put there or at least brought out in blue. Talk about a source of strength..
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Thursday, September 15, 2005

Loosie in the Sky

Love wishes to perpetuate itself. Love wishes
for immortality.
~~Mortimer J. Adler

Looks like I found the ultimate warm-up for
the ride to the gym. It's like singing in the rain
with morning sun as the illuminator. It brings
into focus the power of touch and finds
darkness masking any semblance of a
scoreboard. The soundtrack is right from
Morning Wood, sweetened with her
arrangement and summarized by Poke Adds
Life. Just the way you look today. If it turns
out that the unexpected ends up adding to
the cure, watch for more unexpected
satisfiers. I believe there's no doubt how
tender this day is. Posted by Picasa

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Suspension of Disbelief

I always wonder why it's Art to take your clothes off; they never put in the goose pimples.
~~Jamie Hamilton

Purposeful detachment from something
essential for nurturing must be done
with high confidence in your reason for
detaching. It's like the hepa-filter of diverting
unwanted clutter. The benefit of
reduced/eliminated clutter is being in a chair
for 3 1/2 hours with spotlight on face and
bladder yodelling like stepped-on nuts and
blocking out all the diffuse words so it was
only mildy annoying. But there's still ignored
clutter that needs gracious exits known as the
works in progress or green x's (places that
didn't answer to the yell but not visually
verified yet). Besides, they take time away
from looking into her eyes and are best done
before the final meal of the day. Even then is
becoming a time of anticipation. Nurturing
before nite-nite. Posted by Picasa

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Keeping It A Lifetime

If there is one principle more deeply rooted in
the mind of every American, it is that we
should have nothing to do with conquest.
~~Thomas Jefferson

At the end of the scene where the comeback
happens, we finally get to figure out how
important it is to be able to come back from
where you've been. Beyond the faith is where
the living version of you comes back to get
better and better. Nature's cycle of
re-flowering soothes us to ensure our innate
ability to bounce back. The key here is being
where that person that you lock stares with is
beside you the whole way. Beyond the
promise, happening more because it's so
perfect. The getting better and better part is
the best part of this realm. That and the hoed
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Monday, September 12, 2005

The Duplex Perplex Complex

I don't think you can really make television based on what you
think audiences want. You can only make stories that you like,
because you have to watch it so many times.
~~Dick Wolf

How many undecideds does it take to make a difference?
Seeing the beat between the beats and hearing the colors at
their latest variation points says you're a derivative guy as
opposed to decisive. That puts you on common ground with
other undecideds and that as dichotomous as the world now
is, common ground with virtuous folk is good. The best folk
are those we love and my love gets rubbed with goddess-like
touch, arching our path at even a higher point. She reigns
where the intensity rocks the world, launches on a timely
basis and frames out the pleasure points with GPS accuracy. It
is she who is writing these words (I changed a few here and
there for flavor). But actually she is where undecided ends
and decided remains. Beyond Forever, truly ultrafidian. Posted by Picasa

Sunday, September 11, 2005

Up and Adam

Hope is the feeling that the feeling you have isn't permanent.
~~Jean Kerr

Hard to get past the memories of 4 years ago when writing
about today. Tomorrow's a better day to deliver the diaspora.
Re-run of 9/11/2001:

Where the castles once patted the clouds is a hole that
drains what’s left of the foolish notions we once held
Pretensions about risks hidden among Palm Pilots and
West Wing reruns
Now drenched in despair from a September day gone wrong.

This carnage crushed our spirits as we listen to the voices of
suitors sobbing farewells while encapsulated by flames of Hell
in their cubicles
Leaving scions to walk the streets holding Kodak moments of
the departed
who never said goodbye.

Our innocence is folly, parlayed by pariahs evoking
sanctuary for sacrifice
Sandwiching body parts among shattered steel as the refrain
of why can’t we all get along is drowned in a sea of tears from
watching uniformed angels with masked revulsion assemble
every day in the hall of horrors
where the castles once stood
and where soldiers frolicked.

Our destiny is digitized for solemn screening by
former parishioners in the church of consumption
now sanctified by the reality that
They’re here.

To a person, the cry exhorts pleas for taming the beasts
to reincarnate the serenity when we acted like we are safe.
But our hearts are reminders that serenity is filed under
Security is suspended as banners and flags sustain our
hunger for justice, even while the smoky rubble smolders
A mass grave for loved ones we only got to know from
on network TV.

Hug the children and smother the rage, since we all know that
only love can bridge the aftermath.
Honor the workers around the obliteration
but never lose the caring we now carry
It may let us one day
all get along. Posted by Picasa

Monday, September 05, 2005

Finding Richie's

Most of us don't know exactly what we want,
but we're pretty sure we don't have it.
~~ Alfred E. Neuman

Violets ARE blue, there's no word that rhymes
with orange and our love is here to stay.
Visualization along the lines of Mona Lisa's
lips (myth: they didn't take da Vinci 10 years
to paint) begins the refrain from color my
world in white light. While away, I'll put life
into these words and bask in the family glow.
These precious days I'll spend with you.
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Sunday, September 04, 2005

The Asunder Aphorism

People will walk across the bridge to you, but
they probably won't build the bridge, and
once you accept that, then you can have a
very full life.
~~Barbara Feldon

Inside the locket, behind the picture is where
the prayers radiate to shield her from the
greed of man. His immunity from becoming
dragon food lies in the current list of harmless
foolishness he made when its forerunner led
him into heathen hijinx back then. Bad list.
Too many slay rides on the character express
and near self-immolation from dragon's
breath. This month finds our hero piecing
together bold affirmations and piquant
lunners for the kind of extensions that flatter
our flawless rambles. No need to fast forward.
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Saturday, September 03, 2005

Nothing But Blue Skies

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
~~William Shakespeare

Six years is both six minutes and a lifetime
when reflecting on my life with her. The
impermanence of life surrounding the zone
filters time erratically, with occasional
build-ups but mostly free flowing reveries
accented with affection. The edgeless
expanse of love's petal-strewn path frames
the days like strobe lights, questioning how
six years happened in so few blinks. But so
cathartic was that union in the doorway
which began on the dancefloor 100 days prior
that it's not possible there was any existance
without her, any at all. Today we'll elevate the
celebration that is part of everyday to give
thanks for being the ones who make us one. Posted by Picasa

Friday, September 02, 2005

Gettin' Reel

Thou hast made thy people suffer hard
things; thou hast given us wine to drink that
made us reel.
~~Psalm 60.3

Tour de France psych says pleasure consumes
us and work strengthens us. Do the work.
Who can argue with do the work? - it often
makes the outcome what we want. It's the
type of work that generates wealth that
doesn't make the essential list for me. Even
the best dentist fills his last tooth one day
which doesn't signal end of worth.
For the lucky few, it is the beginning
of real worth (reel worth, too). Working a
tired muscle strengthens it and prospers
range of motion. Range of motion permits
mobility - the one that counts where gas
prices mean little. Working our neurological
stamens keeps us from having others worry
about us. Working our biological stamens,
well, there's where pleasure abounds. O
Great Spirit whose voice I hear in the winds..

I'm in the place I found after I sang "so long,
this time I'm goin' to stay..."Thank you,
Antoine" I found her. Posted by Picasa

Thursday, September 01, 2005

Sometimes a Sensible Notion

The expression of beauty is in direct ratio to the power of
conception the artist has acquired.
~~Gustave Courbet

Science gave us drugs with side effects (sometimes
deathioxx) and intelligent design includes these side effects:
pay no attention to the guy behind the curtain - he'll take care
of you. Getting close to people outside the family presents us
with incredibly fascinating people, but getting too close
makes us first seek reliable signs that all in our brood are OK .
The brood begins a billion years ago from the carbon in the
stardust so technically, spirited time outside hydrated by
nature is spending time with the family. The touchy-feely
starts at the dinner hour when we blend each day's results
with the flavoring of being hoe-ded. Sometimes a back rub
but always that look in her eyes, the stamen in the desert
flower offering up her pome. More nurturing than mother's
milk, it now has a minimum daily requirement to further the
expansion. We are golden. Posted by Picasa