If you – this is addressed to the three of you – thought I’d come up with reasons/excuses for not being here – nope.
I will say that I have become somewhat devided of late, to the point that I need to have two sites.
This first site will be the first, my fondest most honest expressionand shall after this post be just about humor, satire, maybe a good belly laugh.
The second is in the form of a short book, the plot has been used over and over – guy gets the flu gets tests gets more tests and more tests and docs that say shit like:”…and we can keep you going for…on average mind you: for 5.5 years…”
I have some choices to make, nothing more. Out of that strange enery of sorts, a book, about a quest to find Xenia (?); person, place, idea, ideal, destination, state of mind, state of being, no one was quite sure which Xenia was – but it was/is.
I have always believed that there was a need for two things in this world in great abundance:
- Peace, stillness inside and out. Voluntary quiet, eliminate the din and listen to the rythum of the wind.
- Laughter; shared with strangers – there are nine of you gathered around this dignitary and they’re recounting an event involving some other indivdual and its getting interesing – and then its geetting really interesting and a touch humorous – and the story proceeds from the stright laced dignatary – from the eight strangers at times could be heard sounds of momentary loss of control of the desire to explode. The speaker finished, turned, and started to walk away when each of you looked at each other and you knew the punch line and there was an eruption like the first time you saw Mrs. Doubtfire. Perhaps one of the three of you smiled.
Peace out Pilgrims