All Aboard! Beauty Queens and Vaseline...

I had no idea. Beauty Queens putting Vaseline on their teeth to keep those smiles bright and shiny through the whole night. Who knew? Apparently...everyone but me. When I think of beauty queens, I think of baton twirling. And when I think of baton twirling, I think of Lee Remick in "A Face in the Crowd". When I think of "A Face in the Crowd", I think of Andy Griffith, which makes me think of the Andy Griffith Show, which then makes me think of whistling, that reminds me of this obscure whistling 45 of a Danish whistler I have, which makes me think of Amsterdam and that brings to mind the "coffee shop" Dampkring, which looked like a hobbit house, so Froddo comes to mind, which makes me think of Greg Freidman (Ott Truckee) because he looks like the actor Elijah Wood, which then makes me think of Sin City the movie, which then makes me think of Shilah from the Sin City Social Club. I love you Shilah, you rock!

Ahhh...the train of thought and the tracks to where they lead. *smile*

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Persona Obscura...

Oh the web we weave. Or rather the weaving the web makes. I'm constantly inundated with Viagra, Cialis, Acai, Getting my Bachelor's Degree, and Rolex watches in my inbox. My anti-spam catches most of this, thankfully. But it makes me wonder..."Is that what we want? A hard penis that lasts for hours, losing weight by Amazonian berries, a paper degree for a hope of a better job, and a really expensive watch that isn't really expensive? Is that our culture in an email-nut-shell?"

I sometimes wish I could not be found. To be left alone in obscurity. Sometimes. *laughing* I certainly don't want to be left alone if I write blogs, participate in Facebook, Twitter, (MySpace is Dead), and whatever other thing I can do to connect with people. But sometimes...mmmmm.

In this same internet can be found precious jewels of insanity or boxes of just plain Coo-Coo For Cocoa Puffs!

The wonderful crazies that I love and that make this world a better place. Captain Beefheart, Daniel Johnston, Brian Wilson, Wild Man Fischer and my new favorites Elton and Betty White come to mind. There are obvious many more and more who would argue about my short-top-of-my-head list. So be it. My point is that, if I really have one, is that "going it alone" in the dark edges of our minds is dangerous, and many have fallen of the the edge, but there can be a beauty and fire of a billion hearth fires, of a thousand holocausts that can shine on the rest for us and remind us how breath-taking our lives and this world is.

Long live the weirdos, crazies and delusionals. I'd much rather have them than the heartless, greedy, and selfish.

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Through the lens...

Ever see the movie camera effect of zooming in and at the same time the camera is pulling away? Hitchcock was famous for it in "Vertigo". Many other directors have used this camera slight of hand through the years. What happens is that the perspective changes with any apparent moving. Of course this is not what really happens, but the illusion of it. It is in this illusion I seemingly live my life. Moving without moving. Change without change. Perception.

Perception is everything and well...nothing. It is not tangible, but in it is the power to change the tangible reality. It is in this that is my reality. This is my power. With a wave of my hand I can change my world. A blink of my eye and what was there is now gone.

I think this is kinda what John Lennon meant by "Mind Games".

"So keep on playing those mind games forever..."

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I Had a Milk Farm in Africa and Set Fire to 45's...

I had a milk farm in Africa...I had a milk farm in Africa... Well...one of my friends had a dream I did. And apparently all I cared about was my milk farm. "I'm sorry...but I can't really hang out and talk right now, I must return to my milk farm...the cows need milking." *laughing* Then I was in another dream where I was performing a show and instead of singing songs I set fire to a bunch of 45's on a record player.

Awesome!!! That's a much more fun show than singing a set of love songs! I think I'm gonna book a show right now and perambulate to M-Theory Music for some used 45's!

*sigh*

I can't do it. I can't set fire to vinyl. Even really bad vinyl. Vinyl is made to be played/played with.

Maybe I'm just someone's dream and when they wake up...poof!!! I'm gone. Maybe they're in a coma on life support and I'll be able to live for years and years. Maybe they just keep dreaming about me everyday and when I think I'm sleeping they're awake. Maybe I should just put down the pomegranate flavored gummy-bears because they're laced with some form of sugar THC...

Nah...

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Into the Looking Glass...

When someone dies, I immediately look back on my life. What am I doing? Not Doing? Am I happy? Big problems suddenly become small. I do a reckoning of sorts about myself. Michael Jackson...Farrah Fawcett...wow. Damn I feel old. I remember Michael Jackson coming in and single-handedly save the music industry from dire straights (not the band) with "Billy Jean" helped with the cool long format zombie MTV video. I remember all my friends having the infamous Farrah Fawcett poster on their walls to dream and drool over. I didn't, my favorite angel was Jacklyn Smith, then later Cheryl Ladd. So many woman, girls, even all my baby-sitters had the Farrah hair-do. Moon-walking, blond hair flipping, single-glove wearing, wide white pearly teeth smiling wanna-be's came out from all walks of life, all over the world strutting their stuff. It made you smile.

However they lived their imperfect lives, their ripple touched millions of people. I am grateful for my imperfect life and I hope that I can someday "have a justified life", quoting from the Sam Peckinpah film "Ride the High Country".

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