cat takes the couch

the cat takes the couch and so i take the cheese, or some ice cream and pirouettes and and mountain dew, just for the heck of it (or for no apparent reason) just like the cat, seeking stimulation of a comforting kind (perhaps that is a reason, but apparent?)... i would be laying down and possibly falling asleep if it was not for the cat...

do hornets like donuts?

immortalized in several places, coming from the daily record of a life inspired by a friend in comment where a question was posed for no apparent reason, which was, do hornets like donuts?... she said, do hornets like donuts?... ... and i thought that i thought (again, and again)...

that is so Seuss
a thought in a noose
daring to hang
around

this is not Seuss
with meter too loose
daring to mock
a sound

what is this then
a poem of zen?
about what it's not
to be found

if hornets like donuts
then wasps might resign
to dine with an ant
on a mound

empty box

way back when this entry box opened, long before it had any words in it, something must have been on my mind... unfortunately, i did not type it in this box, so, this is all we've got...

someday a song might appear where this line is now
until then, there's this

endless reminders

as if nobody is ever reading or paying attention or understanding or getting it or figuring it out, i routinely regularly repeat myself at randomly whenever intervals and remind all of us who might be reading in case anyone actually is that time is relative and entries are added in floods at times as if the blog receiving the flood of entries had been receiving entries on a regular basis and not all at once after months or however long of silence... among other things... that is, i remind us of this as if whatever among other things i remind us on repeatedly, though it is not my intent to be redundant, i merely want to be heard and such... so maybe it's not for as much no apparent reason as it may be...

narf :)

i love you

yeah yeah yeah...



yeah...



narf :)

because

the world is, well, sort of round...




narf :)

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binary thinking

truth is positive
caring is positive
silence is not always positive
ignorance is not positive
suggesting something negative could change is positive


ignorance is negative
ignoring caring is negative
harm is negative
ignoring harm is negative
critique is not always negative
suggesting something should change is not negative

confessions for no one

the innocent awareness of sensuality was obvious in early childhood before fears were learned in spite of fears and the abuse and repression taught along the way, it was held on to it into early adulthood... it was an amazing journey, though so lonely as the conscious awareness first attracted others and then forced them to face their fears and walls and that kept them from sharing all that could be shared... feelings should not be secrets... that maybe the most serious thing i ever said, even as i play (another reason i am left alone)... and for no one, in the past decade i've all but given up on finding someone who can and will share it all... indulging in solitary senses more than other senses, especially orally, which leads to imbalance and imbalance diminishes sensitivity and conscious awareness... i confess, i have learned to be human... and sadness has lead to apathy and ambivalence and laziness and neglect of this body to the point where sensuality has diminished... maybe even sadder is i don't know if i want to return to the full physical conscious awareness this body can still attain (knowing it will not be the level i remember as physical limits are lowered with each passing year after the 20s)... but this is not me... the innocent awareness of sensuality was obvious and can be again...