On Timing & Off-Timing

[mlerules]

And Oft Timing. Now and again this happens. Time shifts. I have my own dance, cut my own patterns, follow my own visions, groove to my own tube. Manilow, B. resides right next to Manson, M.

Mini-epiphany time. Not going to elucidate further here. I am right here in the now while simultaneously inhabiting both the past and the future. It's all tied together, woven into my DNA, 'cept dammit - I Write The Songs, I compose the lines to speak. Yes. I AM quoting, then paraphrasing Barry. What of it, punk?

Am I feeling better? Don't know whether I'm far better or far worse. Have lost ability to judge. Messing w/sleep does interesting things to me. I wax philosophic...as interest wanes...whatever...

Feeling more human again. *PHEW* Taking it easy.

Would like to go visit Powell River on the Sunshine Coast sometime this next year. That's where non-LJ J&L're headed next, moving in fact.

I feel like a stepping stone. It also feels as if I've stepped on one and it's moving, flying across the sky of time/bridge of sighs like flowers in the rain, like moonbeams carried home in a jar, like suchlike. I float. I flit. I sit. I do not knit.

I smile. Broadly. Incessantly. Pleasantly. Now and again it shifts and I grin. Life is good.


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[mlerules.livejournal.com]

Gee, thx. :-) Yeah, it looks to be pretty darned amazing up yonder. LOVE your icon, by the way! Where is that?