All Of Me, and Sum of You

Inappropriate or not, I would have to say sure why not!

I bet that caught you by surprise.

So, I'll leave all the planning up to you.  If I have a voice (which rhymes with choice), I would vote for something small, quiet and under the radar.  Basically, I'd vote independent. City Hall fits the bill.  So, let me know when and I'll see what I can do.

Yes?  Sounds reasonable?

I'm not too fancy, I don't even believe in bells or whistles.  Usually, when I match it's mostly by chance.  So, don't expect a tux.  You can bring any and all cats, because I like cats.

Some even argue that I'm a big cat.

What a pain in the ass I am.

Almost Suessesque.

My finesse has a touch all of its own.

Just like a mind.

With many built in corridors.

Feels like a maze, only you can't always tell that you're going in circles.

Round and round.

But if you like to chase your own tail, you'll fit exactly within the round square.

I'm not misunderstood, as much as, disregard like loose change.

Random fact, the Trevi fountain in Roma collects thousands of dollars in loose change a day.

The whole beggars can't be choosers thing, way over blown...if you know where to bag and choose.

Cha Ching

Bada Boom, Bada Bing, Bada Bang...Bada swim

Waters are only deep if you fear them.

Skies are only high if you can't see them.

Those that are blind really can't tell, nor do they fear.

Fear is the tool that helps reason through survival.  Fear can also hamper growth.

Ironic.

Said the guy who placed his hand in fountain full of change.

Wisdom isn't achieved...as much as....earned.

It took the Romans four decades to realize a homeless man was clearing out the fountain every night.

Everybody likes tax free change.

Moral of the story, you just never know until you try.

Tax free or not.

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Repeat Offenders

"Maybe the Wolf is in LOVE with the Moon...

and each month it cries for 

a love 

it can not touch"

Nothing is truer than the words of Alpha Warrior!

Buenos Dias 

How was your thanksgiving?  I had an off the boat Irish neighbor friend and he quite couldn't fit in those H's in words...so he would say tings like tanksgiving.  Always humored me.  I have a fond appreciation for those daily quirks we encounter from all the unique (and everyone is unique in their own subtle way) individuals whom grace our paths.

Bless you all you quirky folks...and may you never leave your quirks behind!

My daily mediation methods allow me the wannabe zendom not to overreact.  And that's factoring in all the obnoxious New York road rage.

If people just learn how to accept and appreciate each other...this wet rock we call home will be such a more pleasant world.  Absent of greed and hatred would help a long, long way.

If only enlightenment came in a pill.

But unfortunately, a vanity pill would sell out tenfold over enlightenment.

We are bereaved of morals, ethics and logic...and no one seems to notice or care.

Why?

Because we are primal in our simplest form.

Again, I ask why?

Because survival is our paramount instinct.

Who cares if the world burns up tomorrow, as long as I get my tan today.

Because, tan people get more goodies I guess.

No, it shouldn't have to be that way...

If enlightenment can be approached.

I guess we are on a collision course with this rock's past history.  A history of damnation and annihilation.  A history that has repeated five times before.  Unfortunately, our memories don't run that far back...

So Destiny has us repeat our fate.

Where is this world headed to, and the who

What

and

When

Is yet to be determined.

Or is it?

Finse, Norway

Geez wheez Jazzy Jazz

I often find my humble thoughts and effervescent soul gravitating somewhere else...if you know what I mean, and what I mean tends to be what I know...and that would be a who, not to be confused with an owl (although owls are somewhere between cool and awesome)...with a where, and that's somewhere else (as I stated earlier).  Somewhere natural, somewhere special.

Anyhow, enough with my gibberish...and let's go to that somewhere place, won't you say?

Dilly, Dilly!

The place I was thinking is Norway.

It's a place that's cool and awesome if you know where to go.  See, that's what this is all about.

The where!

Now, combine that with things (mostly nouns) that fiddle your fancy...and I can't think of a better place that would pique your interest.

Savvy?

Norway you say?  Or was that no way?  It's still a way.

Then you're saying there's a chance!

Or was that more of a lets see what type of way?

Say it ain't so, yes...or...no?

Maybe, so.

Spark a fire, and come nestle down so I can show you...

Please, by all means

Come this way.

Listen, listen to the crystals

These cold and transient crystals harmonizing in a way that you haven't heard before....

Sigh

Like angels in an ice palace

With their trumpets

Greeting our spirits

Stoking our fire

Burn, Burn

Burn heaven deep within the depth of our souls....

Melodic

Gently teasing our primal desires

Mesmerizing

Speaking to our unconscious eye

It's here, where you let yourself become seduced

In the Ice Palace

So, far...far away

Paradise isn't a fantasy, it's a destination

It's an existence...

It's here, and you should hear it

Talk to your inner self, like none other before

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=TAG3cjBdta8

Thirteen years strong and going

Welcome to the Ice Music Festival
and it
Starts Up the 2nd of February
The original venue was Geilo, Norway...but due to the strict climatic conditions necessary to play musical instrument constructed from ice, the site and date were slightly altered in order to create an optimal environment for all participating acts.

Space Mountain

Happy Thursday, otherwise known as thirsty Thursday!
And who isn't Thursday?  Possibly The Nature Boy...
Anyhow....
I almost gave you'll a prank call yesterday.  Oh so close.
Do you even like prank calls?  Who doesn't enjoy an occasional change of pace type of day?  I'll give 10,000 reasons why change can be very good.
So, you are wondering how this gets done?
I have been convincing my coworkers to place prank calls for me for years.
I know, how silly.
But they're fun.
You see, nobody expects to receive a prank call from an adult.
That's why they work.
The element of surprise.
Well, now....there isn't much of a surprise, is there if I prank call you...is there, I said.
I guess you can pretend to be tricked and/or surprised.  You can play along.
I'm such a scutch.
I feel bloated this week, too much salt.  It was the teriyaki in the meatballs and the pesto with the orzo.  Are you an orzo fan?
I know, orzo rhymes with bozo...another buzz word for a scutch.
But it was, oh so good.
Yummy yum yum...tada, my bowl is empty and I'm going for seconds yummy.
You know the type.
Always trying to heist an extra calorie here or there.
It's why I hound and scold my clients.
And they ultimately pay me back with blood, sweat and tears.
So, without much to do...tell me, how are things in your time zone?

Days in the Sun

An original song written for the newest version of Beauty and the Beast.  There is beauty in us all, just as there is a beast resides In our souls.  To our past lives, a memory so vague...that we can barely remember it at all.



https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=deVaBYbP3WY&feature=youtu.be

Ching Chong A World Away

I dedicate this song to all the tragic romantics out there chasing their hopeless fairy tales.
For every Jimmy Wong, there will always be an Alexandra Wallace.
Ting Tong to you all and enjoy the song!


https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=zulEMWj3sVA

Lucky Eight

Seven years later, time almost seems to have passed overnight.  My world isn't too different from within its core, but on the surface you'd think that worlds have shifted into a parallel dimension.  I am still who I am, and that's who I have always been.  A scutch in your side, a thorn through your heal.  Patty is pissed at me over two voodoo dolls.  Dave hit me in the head with a ball and it's not even past ten in the morning.  Amanda and Melissa growl at me.  Steve doesn't get it, and neither did Joe (rhymes with Wow).  Rob doesn't want to get involved (too late).  A couple more ransoms in its bunch.  But...At Least Denise (and to some degree Hannaberry) appreciate my non-malcontent humoring chaos.  Denise said that I seem to be feistier than normal today.
That just comes from the layout of the day.
I can't wait for Yoga later. I wonder if the woman who has a bizarro resemblance to Angelina Jolie who followed me around the studio (either by chance or design...I don't know which) on Tuesday will be there today. Next time I see her I'll find out one way or the other what her intentions are, and I will deal with them accordingly.

Like words uttered, just flowing by with(out) discretion.
A song between our ears, a melody on our tongue.
My voice, my story...your eyes, your mind.
We are all interconnected...but not directly interrelated...
Distance has space, space is far and outreaching.
Endless like a mind, my mind, your mind...our minds.
It's where we have already met.