human choices

we all choose our own poisons and shackles

(except for the few wise enough to rise out of the human trap... and that could just be another delusion too)...

meaning is overrated

right from the start (or near enough), this was a test... those who pay attention (or do a quick review) still have an opportunity for a passing grade...

happiness is a habit

an essential key to happiness and contentment and peace and security and sanity and smiling in this life is to do what you love to do and make it a habit...

change the world

when enough people believe in love, the world changes...

wanna change the world?

true love is a dream

true love is a dream two people share when they are awake...

blew a good one

three days forward, three days back, birthing memories that i lost track of the love that i still lack, sad, happy, not on the beaten track, like ghosts, the two who loved me most, almost, maybe, were born within six days and a year apart, like art, and all that's left, bereft, is the broken heart...

i may have been a genius but, i was not very smart...

you just had to

start again, many times, maybe you'll remember rhymes, and the love, long ago, don't tell me you didn't know that it would always be, you had to know... cuz you knew me... sheesh :)

arbitrary morality

is morality based on fear, insecurity, and ignorance really the best foundation for a way of life?...

i don't think so...

the year without review

until a moment ago, there was not even a single entry for this year in this babbling brevity blog... b-b-b-but, there may be dozens someday, which would make this entry less prominent and more poignant, perhaps... who's to decide, anyway?

some crutches are a choice

there are people on crutches because they physically have damaged muscles or nerves in their body... there are people on crutches because they empower fear and shirk responsibility for just about everything in their lives... the first group earns my respect if they overcome self-pity and find joy in striving to be all they can be... the second group earn my respect when they throw away their crutches... tiny tim bless us, everyone...

what?

and still wanna party all the time party all the time party all the time and yet, still wondering wandering on my semi-quixotic quest for someone to love love love (with the obligatory shock value and babble just (just?... is there really any justice in this world?... never mind this distraction, get the point already) to keep us on our toes… and real… you can’t know it all, but you must…

reason to smile #742899

as pointless as it all can be, it still feels good when somebody gets the point

what to do when running on empty

REFILL!

yes, i know, there is too much… too many different thoughts in most entries… too much information… most of the humor is drowned in the words… most of the detail is swamped by the plethora of, well, more detail… it's a self-defeating cycle for the child who babbles who wants conversation, who wants interaction, who wants receipt and reciprocation and acknowledgement and communication… this is why i should keep the entries to a single topic, a single paragraph, even, for anything beyond the first thought is often lost in the waves of distracting asides and above all else, stay true to the title…

but sometimes there is no title...