hey_mr_e The Thorny Man are you up yet? was thinking we should get his most egoist to join in on the moderating and he could probably help out with the comp stuff. 031123 ... oE is that you daf? 031219 ... oE maybe it's that mercurial ol' tree... 031219 ... walking through a forest mRe? little ol' me? um................ no plausbile deniability here. drat. eeh, saving it for the good stuff. :) in one of the movies that they will eventually make about me, i will be a fugitive, and you will be the officer or mercenary that they hire as the specialist to track me down... eventually we'll have to face off, and either you'll doublecross your employers and aid my escape, or you'll shoot me and i'll escape somehow and be presumed dead. either way. why do you ask? 031219 ... small death IT IS A LITTLE TREE. SHE IS LEAVING SLIVERS ON MY LEG. 031219 ... oE ah just curious..okay that's a facile and opaque response..thought maybe it was daf making an oblique referance to an individual eking out his life at the existential edges...umm..then i though i saw the lick thing and though well either daf is trying to obfuscate and deflect by putting the old *Lick* thing there..theni thought maybe it's that exasperating chimera the Tree.. having a little fun.. yeah.. when my ex bus partner and i would visit some of our wholesale suppliers a lot of them wouldn't let me in. They said i looked like an undercover cop. It's been said many times in various contexts...So maybe you're not to far off. I am fond of the Tommy Lee Jones genre.. :) 031219 ... bark carver mercurial... exasperating chimera... i'm collecting these, you know 031219 ... oldephebe that's great 'cause I'm trying to cultivate a real hemingway kind of sparse and yet eloquent kind of lyricism..probably won't get htere but sometimes it seems like there's just too much clutter in my head..and it tends to get in the way..so maybe i should just sing what i want to say. I will though you know...Soon the preview of the CD project "Autumn Fire" copyright 1996 to 2003, 2004 by sw for Autumn Fire Entertainment Group LLC couldn't resist the plug... check out eyedreamism..the first one..it is glorious and passionate, an orchestral orgy of sensations evokes by her effortless prose...vunderful.. ... 031219 ... RIC the word is evoked not evokes (Geez!) :( 031219 ... Fatal Flower oh...and which one of us were you asking 'why do you ask'? . 031219 ... not just for breakfast anymore i was asking the phebinator, i figgered the previous one was a ways ago and was already resolved. still not sure which licking he was referring to. :P~~ 031219 ... oE theba that th th that's all folks *cue loony tunes music, cue sandman using his long cane to wisk us all off the stage, *cue really sibilant and stuttered porky pig impersonation* :) *scribbles furtively in a corner* 031219 ... oE is mr or ms e up yet? 040113 ... . tuesday_goth_night (or something like that) 040113 ... mRe *yawn* *stretch* *scratch* you rang? 040114 ... realistic optimist meep! 040114 ... oE tree is that you? 040114 ... misstree momentarily, indeed... 040114 ... oE how much clearer could you have made it..man am i thick sometimes..blech anyway how is the queen of all things deciduous this evening? 040114 ... realistic optimist don't feel bad, oE it took me ages to get this wonderful wordplay which i believe was concocted by thorns and petals. 040114 ... misstree the night finds me well... flitting here and there as always, turning one night of purrr into a while longer, as i had today off... i love to sleep with no distinct time to wake up, one of my flavourite pleasures... thorns and tingles... yummyshiver... and how are you this night? morning? i suppose you probably sleep by now... it's a good idea, i hope to try it sometime... 040115 ... realistic optimist sleep is highly overrated! 040115 ... oldephebe mtree - the other night after several days w/o sleep and no time spent in alpha wave mode, i had a succession of bizarre experiences..psychic or spiritual or sumpin' that took me to the edge of fear..as usual feeding from the treasure of Light brought me slowly back...a weird combination of a spiritual anchor/self talk and anal retentiveness brought me back from the edge of what i am sure was on the verge of shattering the boundries that gets shallower and more impermeable each year it seems between the unconscious and the conscious. To peer into ones' unconscious while conscious..is well pretty scary...so yeah i was asleep when you wrote this..even at the hieght of my panic at what can only be euphamistically described as unresovable, sensory experiences of uncertain origin...(probably my unconscious though)a quiet still voice spoke to me out of my depths..comforting me..nurturing me..calling me back home..i can't remember everything that was said but it sure calmed me down and helped me rest and get me a little sleep...so yeah all that talk about telling ourselves the truth (a transcendant truth) about ourselves in any given situation works like wonder bread..seriously..otherwise..yeah I'm good..why whine about it anyway? i've been enjoying some of your exploits you've shared with us..let's just say my bed and libido and erotic or amorous exploits in comparison are pretty much brain dead.. thanx RO..still though i can be kinda dense at times..it's quite humbling and neccessary..peace 040115 ... misstree *tugging lightly at the skin underneath chin, as if a beard should be there* still chewing on this... i'll expectorate something in a bit, but i want to think on it first... and don't ever dare compare exploits with me... wait, that came out the opposite of how i meant it... what i mean is that that i live that aspect of my life in a way that very few human beings do, for a number of reasons... highest among them being that it's not for everyone, that it takes a bit of insidious dedication that really isn't right for many people... 's why i surreptitiously share such things, that vicarious tastes can be gifted without having to dive into the oily pit... for trust me, there are bad moments, or at least there were, before i got to really know how to soar... in short, never use me as a yardstick... i am bent and stretched in strange ways... 040115 ... oE wait, i meant to say the bounderies get more permeable not impermeable - permeable like a hand thrusting at glass..except the glass has attained the consistency of a dense prophylactic..still clear but..laws of physics no longer the ruling rubric..so the window gives and gives..molecules within said glass begin moving at ever faster rates..but the glass does not become heated..OK that's enough.. hey mtree - thanks for the clarification..i gues we're really beginning to tell ourselves to one another..sort of... 040115 ... misstree i still nibble at the description of the two brainparts meeting that should not... i was just contemplating that yesterday... noted with quite a bit of frustration that a dream had been lingering in the wayback of my brain, and about twenty minutes after waking, i realized it, and like a skittish animal sighted, it disappeared into the whoknowswhere... i wondered if that was part of what makes me so addicted to the snooze button, those moments of the two halves rubbing noses between dream and wake... but such things almost never occur with any clarity... and indeed about the transcendant truth... skittering through different viewpoints can give a glimpse of the larger shapes, 3d vision turned inwards... i think the most important tool is the simple knowledge that "everything's alright forever"... i used to use it as a bitter copout statement, but when accepted as the state of things, it gains power... even the strangest and shakiest peeks into That Which Should Not Be can be rolled with, soaked, and recovered from... as long as some Elder God or another doesn't eat you before you run far far away... though i must admit, my unconscious and i are a bit of distant relatives... we speak rarely... and it seems intent on being standoffish... so i am a bit unschooled in the finer points of its workings... which of course means it fascinates me that little bit more... but claims call, i have a bit of slack to recover from this fine morn... 040115 ... the D.O.T. i get that 040115 what's it to you? who go blather from