Beginning with last night's dream means things are good. Got the car starting, did some banking and a partridge and a pear tree. Why is the question always is he OK? really? Of course, he is just taking a second look - - none of that I am just a poor boy and my story's never told shit. The whole purpose of this is the revelation and we are not based on our missteps but gather the brilliance where ye may. Does this sound like yodeling with a mouthful of Count Chocula? Starting with no thoughts and even less talent = this.

EXTRA EDITION
Diana Ross and Leonard Nemoy were born on this day back then. Daughter Tracee and son Adam now collaborate during covid to produce Life is You , a digital freeze-frame of pre-jacs shit-hockey scores I got nothin'

Midnight on the oasis can yield postable dividends but when it doesn't, I feel helpless (not really, but words). Still imagining toes being curled but none of that futility stuff occurs that cluttered the past. She gets me, she's got me and I still want to ravish her.

From 2011
Forgive me, self, for I have sinned
Stop right here- this is not that kind of confessional, self
Well, if not sins, what am I confessing to?
You know - the thing about yourself that you don't want to admit
Like my poop clean-up?
No, deeper than that
That I once chased a girl around the office on a Saturday who really didn't want to be caught?
Deeper
That yesterday when I was watching the planes take off I really was imagining being on one of them
Now we're getting closer
OK, I don't want to deal with the stress
But it's not your stress
It is, because I'm lazy and content with status quo and don't want to leave my easy life
Who said anything about leaving?
I said it in my head
You would leave if the going got tough?
Mentally but not actually leave
Who then are you being true to, yourself or your life?
I'm being true to my imagined distress from having my perfect world interrupted
Is that something you admire about yourself?
I admire that for the first time in my life I care enough about where I am to worry about what it would be like if it were disrupted
What don't you admire about that?
That I'm extremely selfish and care more about my imagined distress than others real distress
Is that the confession you wanted to extract?
I think so
Any more about it you want to confess?
Just that I'm working on finding compassion that I once had that apparently has been whited out by selfishness
This isn't a funny posting today
But I needed to put it out