the party of living: so much more

the party of living: so much more is a wonderful life that so few ever have time to explore before they retire and most are way too tired or burnt out to explore after they retire, so enjoy it now while you can :)

i have no idea why that appeared here except that this was the last blog i wrote in before clicking on the "Take This Party Home" (create a link) link on the The Party of Living blog... and suddenly this post appeared here in this blog... some sort of party going on and we're all invited... too bad everybody's asleep, aye?...

what's going on?

here we sit so all alone, well, i sit, you sleep... unless you are awake and if you are awake, what's going on?... what are you doing?... are your hands too busy to type and tell me? (do i want to know what your hands are doing?... take a picture if you dare lol)... some nights i just want to play and i shall play with words and imaginary friends (or imaginary readers) when nobody stays awake with me (peter?... john?... james?... oh shaddup lol)... it is now, after the blogging is over (realatively speaking cuz it's never actually over until it's over, as lenny kravitz might have said, but each day, or sleep cycle at least, there is some sort of illusion of conclusion and then, here we are, so there), and i really really really want to know (oh oh), what's going on?...

here?... where?...

i want to share but no one's here so once again i write... i want to share, hey are you there?... i'm calling you tonight... i want to share, oh fudge, i want fudge too... would you share if i had fudge?... do you have fudge?... where?

to share

i wish someone was here to share
after the evening ends
i wish someone was here to share
just like true best friends
i wish someone was here to share
everything like i do
i wish someone was here to share
maybe it could be you

after sad

often sad in the afterblog, perhaps, as i feel the longing to share more and no one stays awake with me (as that garden song place once again in the rivers of my mind, or should i say those garden songs and references, gibran, nelson, rice, at least), the truest nature of the afterblog may not show through as i do not come to express it nightly and in seldom visiting, the sadness may rise at those dispersed moments... but here, in the afterblog, i find i leave after sadness as i am happy within myself even if no one else every knows or gets it...

you're still welcome and wanted though :)

maybe returning

so what shall i say that has not been say so many times before, or written as the case may be... so rhetorical is the question that the question mark is not even considered and mentioned here as an afterthought... afterthoughts in the afterblog, how appropriate and isn't that the point after all?... oh?...

telling secrets or stating the obvious, depending on perspective... and the few times anyone read the words here might shed some light on the purpose and principles involved, but then, the hope of returning to the sharing after the blogging may be returning, but the sharing remains just a thought in the mind... better than an afterthought, perhaps, and that is a smile after all...

anybody miss me? :)

nights in white passion

as the music returned, the passion blossomed, and the garden reawakened as if it had never been asleep... the magic sprayed everywhere from every source, from rocks and springs, from petals and perches, the bords and bees brought back the kaleidoscope of emotional power that give life meaning and humanity purpose (even if most sleep through it and call it dreaming)...

you really did have to be there :)

silly humans

the bestest most funnest fun happens after all the other blogs are done, here, in the afterblog, hidden from view (because words are not enough), you might find out (if you stay awake long enough :)

oh so bloatedly

yes, wouldn't it be loverly if someone came along to share the afterblog for all blogternity... instead, i sit here oh so bloatedly wasted on snacks and chocolate milk and fatigue and waiing for that oh so loberly sharing thing i want so much that i just keep dreaming of it over and over and over and agaun...

and you?...

still here

alone...

still smiling...

alone...

still alright...

alone :)

pausing never ends

somewhere in the spring, june or july or thereabouts, i paused in the posting of words online and while i catch up every time (so far, at least), it brings up the irony of the title concept...

what else is there to do, after all, alone after the blog...

still alone

after the blogging's over
after the words are done
there's no dress to look up
no irreverent fun

after the babbling pauses
after the words are through
there's no zipper to pull down
no entendre to misconstrue

after the pickles are sucked dry
after the peaches are licked
there's no head left to play with
no small mind left to trick

life in the blogworld is fickle
funny and strange and weird too
and after the blogging is over
these words are left here for you

midnight questions

who am i talking to anyway?
imaginary readers?
potential friends in the physical world?
gonna run?
gonna hide?
gonna come out?
gonna come inside?
gonna let me in?
show me where you've been?
show me who you are?
now near, how far?
whatever, we are who, we are what, we are where
we are
we are
we are
we…
never mind the obvious child
wake me when we get to why...

why afterblog

i am still awake because i crave stimulation, intellectual and emotional stimulation most of all, which is why i am browsing the internet cuz if i just wanted physical stimulation i can always masturbate... perhaps there is a way to have it all... playfully, with full disclosure and informed consent, of course... see what happens when i get bored, poor thing, little did she expect to be immortalized in the afterblog... laughter is addictive though :)

musical fact

Fact: music is such an amazing experience... in the same moment i am longing to the point of aching to share the experience, i am in securely independent bliss simply experiencing the experience... anyone who has not been here has missed one of the most amazing magical experienced of life.

i even check email

yes, my hunger for sharing must be growing because lately, i even check email to see if there is any communication, or any blog comments or new posts to read... i should probably get out more...

for the records

after blogging a dozen places, at least, i was occupying my mind with movie statistics cuz numbers and statistics are like comfort food for my mind while awaiting the next big sharing... hope you find comfort too...