pessimystical

Passport? Check. Money? Check. Tickets? Check. ... ok, what am I forgetting?

So, the plan is... get passport, go to the EU, see Jean Michel Jarre in concert in Munich, recon London to find the best place to park for the 2012 Olympics and get back without giving into the urge to move to Amsterdam. Any advice?

Ok!!!, Damitt.. I'm trying... I have nothing to blog about... seriously! My foks are coiming to visit in a few weeks, which is cool...NO DRAMA. I have no scandals.. no tatoos... no stds's, no life changing episodes of Greys Anatomy.. nothing... It is 5 am and you are listening to los angeles (name that tune and I'll call you godess)

So, I have gone without blogging for too long... sorry... but I know you weren't looking. Love to SG and all SG's and SG members. I'll let you know if there's anything worth letting you know about..

I have the plague!!! I am bodily function man!!!! I need grilled cheese and tomatoe soup. How are you?

This is what I'm listening to; Adiemus by Adiemus. I know it's old and "new age-ish" but it reminds me of the joy of just singing. Like when we were children and just sang... like the la-la song... We were not afraid to feel joy and love and exist purely for the moment. I miss it.

Bruce Willis' real name is Walter,

Here's a couple of yammerings I wrote long ago.
Poem: Written 6/16/96

"A Place"

There is a place, a sanctum sanctorum, where every being belongs. A warm envelope of peace with an address singular and personal. A womb in the afterlife, where every soul is reborn unto the bosom of the heavens and, in the apex of serenity, suckles life itself. A table in an...
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