“…(T)he poverty of the human intellect expresses itself in an abundance of language.  Inquiry is is more loquacious than discovery.  Demanding takes longer than obtaining and the hand that knocks is more active than the hand that receives.”

Saint Augustine

I said I was out of emo mode, but I do think I must clarify something.

There were times I said there was no man like that, ladies, and to get over it.

Upon reflection, I think that’s likely wrong.

I think the men “like that”, however, are already married to someone else or they are gay and living with their mothers or they’ve been so fucked over by one of Westika’s bitches that they never again want to go out on another date, ever.

Or maybe they are just in hiding and can’t be found.

I add that last one because I think a lot of women are hiding and can’t be found.  I think they get into their mother role raising children or career woman hard charging at a job and they forget about a social life.  They are home, at work or with the kids (garden, horses, whatever).  Maybe they go to church, but picking up women at church seems as problematic as picking up women in bars.

Just guessing, there are also guys like that.  Perfectly ordinary but stand up guys, but they just don’t know what to do and they never go anyplace they can meet a teriffic woman.

Thus, the internet, but it’s so full of the posers and desperate, it’s a needle in a haystack.  Many of the good ones, both sexes, are even hidden on the ‘net.  Sad.

 All of us want love and many of us want to love someone else even more.  And, we can’t seem to get together and be happy. 

Well, let the games begin.  The Divine Comedy. 

Working on mysteries without any clues

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I want to thank Nina, John X, MCARP and Westika right here and now and in front of everybody.

I read them every single day and sometimes obsessively check to see if they’ve written since I last looked … about 10 minutes ago.

I really enjoy reading what you guys have to say.  Thanks.  I enjoy it no matter if it’s emotional vomit or depression or Vienna or heartless hommes with cryptic nombre des lettres.

 You make me think and react and then, take that back and ponder.  Of course, I’ve usually commented and posted by the time I do any of that.

Raven and MindOverMary stimulate me and it’s always a delight to hear from osager and some others who have gotten real jobs and get paychecks and don’t see their damn friends anymore and, yes, I mean you.

Little Miss Sunshine, I see, is still around, but she seems to have rotated out of blogblah world and I miss her.

Anyway, court tomorrow and trial preps for the rest of the month.  I’m pumped because I got my billing going.

I’m giving up the emo mode for now.  Can’t afford it for one thing, but also just because it’s more comfortable stuffing and letting the dreams get vivid for awhile.  I’ve thought about old relationships until I’m tired of living in the past.  I’m tired of trying to figure out what I don’t think can be made scientific without taking out the art and passion of it.  It’s spring and I’d just as soon experience some emotions as give them another single thought.  No matter how much I try and parse the equasion, I will still make mistakes because to err is human.  If she’s not divine and forgives me, then fuck her.  Hmmm.  Sometimes those things don’t come out just right.  Why would you want to fuck her if she weren’t divine?  Mmmmm.  I’ll get back to you, but you get my drift. 

I paid the big bucks to Manuel Labor and really cleaned up the yard at my homestead, but I’ve got some aesthetic here and there pruning still to do on my own.  Hope it’s not too late.  I may try and get the sprinkler system going.  There’s plenty of clean water just everywhere, isn’t there?  I’ve kinda sorta got this idea of sprucing up the bachelor pad and putting it on the market and downsizing to a condo where I don’t have to do the lawn.  This winter, I closed off three rooms I hardly ever use to keep down the utility bills and I got along just fine and even kind of rattled around in the rest of the house.   

On my road trip, I got to ride in a new hybrid, a Prius.  I was very impressed.  Rear view video on the front dash when you put it in reverse gear.  Very cool.  It’s a well engineered, quiet, fuel efficient, cool vehicle.  I’ve got new car fever for this coming June and I have time to make a wise decision.  I won’t, but I’ve got the time.

I also want to ditch a bunch of my furniture and get stuff that I’ve not simply picked up, inherited or just found.  Something spare.  I’ve even decided to get rid of all those books I cherish and will never again read.  There are plenty of dictionaries, thesaurus, Bibles and other books I’ll still keep and still use. 

you can tell spring’s getting to me under this full moon.  I feel like Bruce Springsteen:  I look in the mirror and I want to change my clothes, my hair, my face.  I want a new leaf and a new start.  I want to shed this cocoon, this locust shell, this whatever it is, skin.  I am ready to be my own hyper sapien.  I want to be new and improved.  Repackaged with more of the same great taste.  And no bargain price, either, it’s the lux market for me.

I hate the new “word” lux.  It’s simply rubbing in my face that the rich are richer compared to the poor today than anytime since the late 1920s.  Bush is turning us into a tinpot third world has been instead of a hegemon, another “new” word I hate.

Fuckin’ pod people.  Now, I just can’t stay awake anymore.  Soon, you’ll see me jogging with an iPod rocking out on some old Karen Carpenter hits.  Why am I suddenly attracted to the vowel “e”?

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“There is always some madness in love.  But there is always also some reason in madness.

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I would believe only in a god who could dance.”

Friedrich Nietzsche

I ran away from home Friday.

I spent Friday night in a casino in Mississippi.

I spent Saturday night having ribs at The Rendezvous in Memphis with the fabulous MB.

It’s a full moon.  I’m not sure what happens next.

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