Mother Earth is Pregnant for the Third Time

There was a moment,
walking, sprinting, jumping on the sidewalk...now into the snowbank...now into someone's front yard,

there was all that and more...a song, a moment, that I mistook for an epiphany,
if not, a full out revelation, at least an idea for a post?? a frothy blend of my shapeshifting vision, to serve you guys out there in cyberland, never to come into fruition.

Two hours later, after walking through my front door:
after discussing the rejection of new music for old funk n' soul,
after trying to convince my roommate that contemporary porn is not art,
and I'm sitting at my laptop, before I park my chevrolet in the dusty drive-in of my otherworldy silverscreen of dreams;
rustling up the scraps of my intended post.

Alas, my conceptual monuments never secrete onto the keyboard, before flowing lusciously through a prism....leaving it altered, for better or worse, I'll be the judge and jury. No convincing, rousing, preacher-type, african-american lawyers are allowed for the defendant in my court either!

wars of armageddon by funkadelic is seeping quietly through my speakers... 1971 was the beginning and end of music.

Highlight of today: I printed out "The dream of a ridiculous man", as recommended by a friend of a friend. It's rich literature in courier new format is mind tantalizing pleasure when I'm on the can! CHEERS! GOODNIGHT!