You're My Boy, Blue!!!!!!!!

I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment's gone
All my dreams, pass before my eyes, a curiosity
Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind.
Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do, crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see

Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind

[Now] Don't hang on, nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away, and all your money won't another minute buy.

Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind, everything is dust in the wind.

(this post was on the occasion of Patrick Cranshaw's death. Obviously, he was the actor who played Blue.)

A typical Friday night with Prince

"Nothing is true. Everything is permitted"
-Brion Gysin

From thesite.org. And you thought you were wild because you like to have your toes sucked. Amateur!

Amaurophilia: You like your partner blindfolded
Androminetophilia: boys who do girls dressed as boys
Amomaxia: You can't stop doing it in parked cars
Axillism: Sex with your partner's armpit
Dacrylagnia: You love it when your partner cries
Emetophilia: You have a vice for vomit
Eproctolagnia: A fetish for farting
Harmatophilia: Penchant for partners who are useless in bed
Harpaxophilia: Being robbed leaves you weak at the knees
Iantronudia: Exposing yourself to the doc gets you going
Moriaphilia: Arousal from telling dirty jokes
Oculolinctus: Eyeball licking
Odontophilia: Tooth fetish
Phygephilia: Weakness for buttock kissing
Teledildonics: Arousal from computer sex games
Tragolimia: Craving for sex
Zelophilia: Arousal from jealousy

http://www.thesite.org.uk/sexandrelationships/havingsex/styles/theazofsexlingo

The sooner you get in touch with yourself, the sooner you can be happy.

La Cienega just smiles and says, "I'll see you around"

It's four in the morning and as much as I 'd like to say that I can't sleep...the tuth is that I haven't even tried to sleep. There's nothing on television, and I just am not ready to call a day. I log on the net hoping that my California friend is awake to chat with (Rita), but I know that even with the two hour difference, most sane, sober people are asleep by now...Except for my neighbor. I don't know if he's sane or sober. Truth be told, I don't know too much about him. I got spoiled living next to Billy and Sarah for as long as I did. Now I have to start all over again with a new stranger. added to which, the other couple in the building next to mine has moved out, which means even more new neighbors. Agggghhh! Change!!!! I'm afraid of it. I'm allergic to it. Who said "consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds"? Asshole!
"Change comes from within!"...A friend of mine used to say that to homeless people when they asked for change. Wrong. I know, but I can't hear that now without thinking of her.
I don't know why I've decided to suddenly, at four in the morning, decided to post a mostly personal, confessional blog. Not that anything said has been remarkably confessional. "Keep you friends close, but your innermost feelings closer" or is that "keep your enemies closer"?...eh, same thing. Either one may be the death of me. I live in the subtext. The space between the line and the space between the line. A microtonal 16th note in a Chamber Piece, delivered so briefly and only infintismally off key that it seems more of a trick of the ears than a deliberate action. Thats me.
I'm not really sure why I'm even writing right now, and I was a highlight and key stroke away from erasing this moment forever, but I've already invested about 15 minutes just getting this far, so fuck it.
I dunno. Just feel free to call me on all my bullshit the next time you see me.

Goodnight.

P.S. there's no "current mood" setting for "in denial, bargaining or accepting" only "angry and depressed". I guess in myspace, you're not allowed to move on. You're only allowed to wallow. Just an observation.

Richard Pryor Addresses a Tearful Nation

Richard Pryor died this morning. He was 65.


"I live in racist America and I'm uneducated, yet a lot of people love me and like what I do, and I can make a living from it. You can't do much better than that."

He was the most beautiful human being on the planet earth, and one of my last living heroes. We are all worse off for his absence, but are all the better for his brief existence. I don't believe in God, but for today, I truly hope I'm wrong. Because now that his suffering at the hands of the terrible disease multiple sclerosis is over, I can only pray for a Richard Pryor hereafter. At least now, he is at peace.

There's no setting for DEVASTATED under "current mood" on this blog. oh well. I sit and listen to the first song on Joe Henry's forgotten masterpiece "Scar". It shares titles with this post. It's not specifically about him, but by the time Ornette Coleman finishes his sax solo and Henry sings the final line,:

"Love me like you're lying
Let me feel you near,
Remember me for trying
And excuse me while I disappear"

...I feel cleansed. I never realized how deeply I would feel this loss, but I feel empty and I don't have any tears left.