Deep breath, sigh, and smile

So, I go there to buy George Clinton and Parliament Funkadelic tickets, right, and I've driven past it and figured it was a pretty cool music store or whatevs, but really didn't have a set expectation. So I walk in the door and I walked into the bedroom I never had as a teenager but always felt like I did in a paralell universe, y'know? It was hardwood floors that creaked warmly all over as various kindly folks stepped from spot to spot. There were all sorts of cute and quirky items for sale, displayed and arrayed in such a manner as my paralell bedroom would have had- organized just enough to be sensible. There was smooth psychadelic mood music playing for the room to absorb and I thought, "Wow, I for sure have to come spend a day in here." Then I saw what lay beyond my bedroom: rows and rows and rows of records and CDs and music DVDs galore. Although in a rush, I had to at least venture into the music courtyard; I saw a DVD of "The Point" - Henry Nillson and Ringo Starr. What??? Smiles.
Ladies and Gentlemen... The Electric Fetus.
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Springtime BAM!

Finally had that long-needed eye appointment today, the weather was orgasmic universal, and I'm driving again (legal in the new state) - human and machine married and making vroom... VROOOOOMMMM.... I'm working out again - I can actually FEEL my muscles and my brain is happy... I am learning much and am challenged to grow my mind. This heartless winter storm is past and I am here and feeling more ALIVE than ever. =)

Missing Link

As she sat crouched over in her black skeleton of a chair
She tried again and again and again and again and again and again and again (breath)
To put together the puzzle of a ring.

"I know this. I fucking know this! It's just like the ones I've had before, only with two more pieces! I'm soo... close...", she says.

It all fits... until she tries to move the last two into place: all the bands shift and form a mangled sculpture of angled circles that slaps the crucial moment from her grip. That "YES!! FINALLY!!!" Hallelujah chorus-Eureka moment is eluded and the silver bundle once again lands on her desk, a jangly pile of connected pieces that just simply refuse to cooperate for the greater good, for the satisfaction of her.

She'll try again later.