conjuring_galataea The Amazing Superfluous Man! my face was not painted from the same palette as most dreams... perhaps not even the pleasant dreams I can spin word into image the same way the sculptor in myth hewed beauty from stone for all the good it ever does. but there are no Olympian gods to be moved by what drives me write my words, sing my songs, paint my pictures and hope not that she'll step forward from the letters on the page or out from between the notes of the music or even breaking the surface of canvas or board. no, i have to hope she is out there alredy and reads or hears or sees and is drawn she needn't be some mythic beauty, if she'll look beyond my failing face. 041105 ... oldephebe very, very nicely put... i too harbor a hope that someone, that she is out there and able to call me out of my world of eternal sadness the flowers are bleeding and the sky is turned to gray stone, i'm knee deep in this primordial muck, the world's first breath, it's first death someone golden and true will stride into this dead space i've almost abdicated everything i held holy, no more girls with the gift of the grift to prey upon my dreams i thought that this golden vessel would become the promise that could cast the grey clouds into the busom of the deepest sea how wrong i was about me these days of immolation and carnage have become my End's coronation she will find me and call me out of this wilderness, beckoned by the music of my mourning soul yeah, i need a new shtick but i can't make it stick maybe i can be pithy turn my pain into pointed ironic riffs still .....just .........another ................shtick ... 041106 ... The Amazing Superfluous Man! for now, however, that_creeping_ugly_feeling has stopped creeping, pounced and has pretty much overtaken me completely. another potentially loosened tooth resulting from a decision to consciously get decked by a bar drunk isn't helping any but then, hey, hell_why_not. Galataea, whomever she may be, will find no shortage of better hands and talents than mine It's a lesson i keep failing to learn 041107 what's it to you? who go blather from