Happy V-Day Everybody!

Here's unwholesome me, after an evening of schoolwork, vino, phone convos, and improptu solo--dance partay.
And here's wholesome me and P-Dot after a jog at the river bank today--gorgeous afternoon!
Hope everyone does something they luurrrve today...

you know...

I wish there was an easily relatable visual symbol for people to get how I was feeling right now...but...I'm rocking out to tunes by myself, and this is all I got...years of living in this city, and all I gots is a little perspective...hahaha

if you are

having a late night dance party...

...in the middle of an emotional february...

...peace be upon you, my friend.

glossolalia

form=content?

find my kind.

This is your trance directiv.e. L. M nex. w. appens now?< li. winter you wish.

empathy. you come undone.

experiment. feeling? reality staring me in the face.

joint structure. relative. meaning. dependent upon stayed local receptive.

desired result/their own predictive reality...

final lust.///the lion with twelve

head.s

babylon. trust. A C

how many-

levels of irony are there? I do feel as if I've been there, done that. I mean, I'm 36-I should've, right? Do I have it made?

Yeah I kind of do. I've worked for years, and right now I'm sitting sweet. But dig a little deeper...the gothic sleep...

I'm hanging out, no doubt--

When I was a kid, the natives called me a nigger, the whites called me a native savage.

You have a lot to learn? I did. Call me what you want--it doesn't matter a jot.

I'll suggest this right now--what if words didn't matter?

Too-peat?

This post must be read whilst listening to 'Swing Spring' by Miles Davis. Otherwise, it won't make sense. February you say?

Whitney died a couple days ago...no, I won't be waxing eloquent. I had forgotten about her, to be honest...but I listened to I Wanna Dance With Somebody for the first time in years today. And I remembered--I fucking loved that song when it came out. My youthful self would not have admitted it at the time--but shit, what a good tune. As the UK kids would say--"TUNE!!!"

I've read a lot about her death online--everything from the 'o god i love her' eulogies, to those who say 'good riddance to that crackhead!'

Need You Tonight just popped up on the playlist...are pop stars the new sacrificial lambs? They must die so we can have a good time?

Do our pop stars fulfill an extreme hedonistic role for the hive? They do what we cannot. They party like gods...and so, must die--because no mortal frame can handle THAT pressure.

B-SIDE LIVIN'

There's an old saying from back in cowtown there. "Sometimes you gotta shake yourself up: but sometimes you gotta shake them down".