Early Autumn, 2010 & 1970

Who Cares!?(Part 86/69/666)

Now, at last... my blog has come along... And if you pretend to care... I'll bore you with a song. As I am just a verbose windbag, digitally impaired, and renown for an attitude of platitude, pointless puns, and incoherence, I will borrow from the good book of hated haiku: "Linger in our love. Foul nocturnal emissions...from which wellsprings life" Wow, that was DEEP, huh? And that's where it should remain, DEEP in the Mariana Trench. Do I hear an AMEN? Do I hear an Ah-women? If I did, would I be hunt&pecking into cyberspace? Ladies please shut me and kiss me! .I  revel in irrelevance, taking cold comfort in the fact that all my friends are strangers I haven't made yet.. I love you all. I have no choice; as Mr. Bierce said: 'when I'm alone, I'm in bad company' I've worked my way from relative obscurity to total anonymity. Who really cares? Precious few. Redemption is never found in intentions, only in action, so(those of you who are kind, and/or bored) enough to read this far: PLEASE put your passion to good use; work is love made visible(Gibhran)  Being a passionate pariah is very labor-intensive, I am a recovering workaholic, alka-addict,,unipolar multiphrenic seeking a relapsed nymphomaniac...deaf&blind a plus, sanity, optional..., rich is good, and, oh yeah-now this is important,: You must be open-minded, not xenophobic.You MUST have a sense of humor,Otherwise you will go before you come(a waste of all of our time) Intimacy is possible(though a bit lacking in fun) without physical contact(sometimes even preferable, in my experience) In closing(FINALLY). I am a well-read idiot,. If you call my bluff, I will treasure all your stuff-and that is a promise.The purpose of life is to love until you get it right, and it  takes practice. That is not a bad thing. e.e cummings(Libra) said:'unless you love somebody, nothing else makes any sense'. (Which doesn't make a helluva lot of sense, either, but, really, what else can we do? ) And to ruin another well-worn cliche: Joke 'em if they can't take a f.... (The number to call in EXCREMENTO is:LOtswifesalt.-B4I18.(PS-I look MUCH better in the dark. Trust me.(Weird John).