'Ff'lo (fflo) wrote,

talking about words is a squirreling away, but you also gotta talk about the words

song i like much (thanks, dr. robt.) these past many days:

.mp3  -->   "Bitter Cup" -- Testface

it's a waltz.   :-]

i know how this stint of whacky just-go-on got started. kinda saw it in the blog last week. that helps explain the appeal, maybe, at least a little.

i know it's so very like the cosmic forces (i'm supposed to be getting in touch with) are telling me to take a vacation. in a meeting today santa claus said the summer vacation season is coming to a close. and santa knows the seasons; oh yes he does.

probably i want to blow off everything right now precisely because this'd be a really bad time to do that.

speaking of tripping, i had a letter from ol' emerald "rally" w (a.k.a. tommy t), part 1 of 2, but part 2 hasn't arrived yet. tom "dropped, acid that is," as he put it, for the first time in 28 years, was it? the adventure story is only part way through. this time it's not cuz he'd crammed as many sheets in the envelope as would fit (usually 13 or so of the pieces of custom stationery i gave him a few years ago); this time it must be for some other reason. suspense? who knows. anyway, tommy's getting in touch with the cosmic whatever. when last we left him, "instinct [has] kicked in" and, knowing he "had to cut down on sensory overload," he's found himself in a fetal position in an alley somewhere south of virginia ave near the state department. his last words are "Oddly enough, I wasn't frightened; I knew that at some point it would come together, I was only really afraid that some concerned citizen would" --- and that's the bottom of the back of page 6, and the end of what i've got. (maybe the concerned citizen did.) (and then mailed the letter?)

speaking of tom, i've been thinking about suzanne a lot lately. haven't been in touch with that girl. she is quite something. worth getting it together to make a point to see her---which i think has got to mean getting to the mid-atlantic region.

oh, but ...

you can only pretend you're not as stuck as you are for so long. and whatever you think is about money is about something else. money is such a nothing itself, and represents so much, that even people talking about what investments we should make in the face of the tumbling international bamboo market---even those people are probably really talking about something else.

funny thing is, part of life is really good lately, and not bad to be stuck in for a bit. since, after all, we're not stuck in anything forever, even if we think we want to be and set out to, hell-bent for leather (whatever the hell that expression means literally). (what---you're gonna keep going right to hell by slaughtering that bull and making a backpack out of its hide? what a language.)

i am an autumn person. autumn is coming. fall is the season of beginnings. and fall is the time---when none, or few, do hang---that makes you appreciate everything just a little bit more. what more gloriously lifelike combination?

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