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Don't crush that dwarf has to be my favorite as well. This plays in my head sometimes.. amazing how long drives without a radio spurs on one's imagination..

see.. we are blessed.. where do we now go.. I belong, a long way from here..

I dunno. eventually all of us will have to judge.. even with love and a holy kiss.. most of the time.. it is a judgment against myself.. Friend.. you are no old shoe.. you are pure gold....

I'm leaving Los Vegas.. the lights on a Saturday Night.. "and the things you have to do.."..

sorry for the multitude of posts or some such nonesnes.. what is the "connection" here? it's almost like most of it is like air under water..

Personally.. I want to know EVERYTHING.. too ambitious in this life I know..

i can live with my nonsense, can you live with yours?

what do you want to know.. If i Don't know.. there are likely a few hundred thousand who have it figured out..

If it makes any difference.. that was the whole point of this existence wasn't it? the possibility of FAILURE.. i.e... being "wrong"..? sorry if this is too much nonsense for you..

"Scarey" involves fear of the unknown.. no, SECRECT. Not just the ordinary run of da mill secrets of da universe.. like why frozen oxygen is attracted to magnets. A lot of those secrets have been discovered.. No run of the mill secrets. what about.. What about, me, God, the Universe, and Everything? don't put it off so easily.. if you don't mind me asking.. what are your origins? Christian? Native American? Other? Or a mixture? I remember a Native American story.. or narrative, or whatever or however you might describe it.. there was a hidden cave.. somewhere. All the animals could show up, and take off their coats, mingle.. and they were all the same.. any thoughts? Nuts, I know.. but I embrace nuts.. I'm a squirrel, for crying out loud..

sorry if the previews here are over-rated.. but I'm open to ANYTHING..

so how does one keep all this from driving one "nutso".. I have a shred of individuality I fiercely fought for in some kind of competition on the other side.. maybe it was some kind of cosmic "boobie prize"..

Scary, or non-scary depending on your point of view.. what if you looked another living soul in the eye, or should I rephrase it.. they LET you look them in the eye.. and you saw yourself.. I think the hidden secret.. is.. we are all the same..

I don't think so. Unless it was the very night before his birth..

It has nothing to do with "cult".. it's "secret".. or (apparently or by partial agreement) hidden.. I've gotten in trouble once not keeping a secret. No I didn't put it in light of day.. More like something.. "I know who you are.."

It has to be a cafe.. open well past midnight.. I'll pay the bill in advance, far before I'm drunk..

:) well crap.. then there was the time I was about 12 years old.. and the local gypsy.. or whatever she was studying to be.. she read the constellations, the stars and the numbers.. maybe I shouldn't say. But she looked at me.. and had no explanation.. so you think you know everything.. that was the quote. I just happened to, at the time.. so where is this going to go.. it has about twelve days or so.. Wish mr. Calavicci would weigh in here.. God bless you friend.. if I could just figure out the day of my death, and join it with the date of my birth.. maybe that's already happened..

but the lady can sing.. we get a little bit closer..

It's not just a winding road. I think we are willfully blind, one lifetime after another.. what are the alternatives.. hmm. some of us are "cursed".. i.e.. we remember at least partly what came before.. I hope this makes sense to somebody besides me..

Heh.. I think she dropped acid as well. At least once or twice.. I went to the big banquet this month.. out of the clear blue.. maybe I shouldn't say.. so the only *real* friend I had there.. he showed up in blue Jeans. A semi or ultimate formal occasion.. so I asked my friend.. I know it is a weird question or thought, but how many of this "staff" here took lsd in the 60's and 70's.. and the possible candidates in the crowd did NOT include the fella who *tried* to teach me Real Analysis..

so. where do *us* miserable bastards go after hours? Don't worry about it Paw.. that is too much to put on anybody.. I can't imagine what it costs to run a Cafe..

So interesting.. that it wasn't a bar, but a Cafe..

One day.. we all will be like the poor old miserable bastard trying to get a little bit of brandy.. Hemingway, a Well Lighted Place..

I dunno. The "end of da world" is a reality worth considering.. at least on a personal level. Not that I havent' Personally.. I've found the "connection" turn up on many different levels.. is there still a need for something like this for the rapidly diminishing ex-way? I dunno.. I just like being where I am welcome.. or at least where I am not run off..

Yep. That's about it.. :) the last "twig" I went to.. I close to gagged.. I've had a very small "opportunity" to express my disgust since then.. very small. but the *other* party asked me how I felt politically nowadays.. and I said something like the only ones to gain here are the politicians.. and they actually, for a half a second, AGREED with me...