blather_hour Strideo "Just a pack of compulsive thinkers motivated by murky desire.... . 030121 ... User24 blather_hour is when I also happen to eat some lunch. 030707 ... oldephebe well said strideo and User24 030707 ... oldephebe another ragged frag just a another consortium crying out of our craniums with mostly non-embellished pro-forma perusals of pinwheel personlities and how boldly we scour the oceans bottom floor black - in the hot swelter of night - "So," said the soul, "What will we say to ourself today?" - will we stumble aross an incandescant exchange betwee rivals? will we be brave and hoist our brittle smile - a frozen dead thing stretched taut over the canvas - and bravely wade though the day - and just because something appears to be conceptually or mechanically true - does it have the power to renovate staid and unstirred things? or if someone hoists his/her limp rhetorical arsenal to lash out at someones ragged frag then the imposition of his/her perceived universality no longer makes it free - and are some of us just building shrines to our vanity here? sometimes i read things here and become really buoyed, other times kind of like outraged by the self appointed commissars of conduct, future fascists of a tomorrow world- who say in all the gustatory flatulence of an omnivorous ego - hmmm that chafes me so now i'll tell you how its going to be - we are so small within ourselves sometimes, so narrow, so destitute - the assertion of someones faith or being or belief does not neccessarily constitue a threat - to these spates of abnegation or subordination i unveil my stupefaction face - i say this is my stupefaction face - here just for you a look that says can you really be so convinced by such an unproven premise, can you really be that insular,that narrow? do you really believe what your saying about yourself? about those hazy outlines beyond yourself? it totally negates your precosity and not all an be attributed to the hormonal maelstrom of puberty - or the learned catchechisms cultural, class, enclaves. Be more than what you are, be more than what you've been taught, open the apeture it's painful at first sure - i want to say to others stop impoverishing yourself to redeem yourself in anothers eyes - this post started off just as a rhetorical dalliance, so i'm not really directing anything to anyone on this blathe page - but you know men/women we're more than just post-modern pop up cardboard cut outs, we more than just these (***) mired in the inertia of moves made thousands of times - contend, contend contend against the dead light - ok i'm done 030708 ... ferret should perhaps be blappy_hour? just so that it rhymes with happy_hour? 030708 ... oldephebe blap blap! *the sound of cellulitic thighs slapping together sheathed in a sickening sour sweat* that's why i had to lose wheight.. 031117 ... Death of a Rose is fast becoming my darkest hour, but i believe my evolving hour. 031117 what's it to you? who go blather from