Well, I was thinking about writing something here, but I now fear that what little psuedo-creative prose-conjuring energy I had for the day was just spent on.... well, a very odd little stream of thought. Very odd indeed. And so, I figure maybe I can come up with a little cryptic this or that, which it appears I just did. Moving on...

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Brain fart. God, maybe if I play some music...

Sweet revelation
Sweet surrender
Sweet revelation
Thinking of you thinking you
thinkin
Thinking of you thinking you
thinkin
Thinking of you thinking you
thinkin
Sweet revelation

Here, you can read the rest for yourself, if you so choose.

Stream of consciousness brings us to...

Doesn't mean much
Doesn't mean anything at all
The life I've left behind me is a cold room
I cross the last side
From where I can't return
Where every step I took in faith betrayed me
And led me from my home
Sweet surrender
Is all that I have to give
Take me in
No questions asked
You strip away the ugliness that surrounds me
Who are you?
Are you an angel
Am I already that gone
I only hope that I won't disappoint
Well down here
On my knees
Sweet surrender
Is all that I have to give
Sweet surrender
Is all that I have to give
And I don't understand
How the touch of your hand
I would be the one to fall
I miss the little things
I miss everything
About you
It dosen't mean much
It doesn't mean anything at all
The life I left behind me
is a cold room
Who are you?
Sweet surrender
Is all that I have to give
Sweet surrender
Is all that I have to give

Any more inspiration, or more music needed? Or maybe I'm just in one of those moods where I'd rather listen to music than write.

Maybe I'll do that, and leave this xterm open, occassionally typing in a phrase here or there, either from the music or out of my head. Sound good? If not, all web surfers have the freedom to go type something else up into that location bar. Cool? Good.

[Bitscape cranks the volume. Exterminates all light sources excluding the monitor. Removes shoes, socks.]

But honey do drop in at the dew drop inn
sweet
sweet
between the boys and the bees
moses i know
i know you've seen fire
but you never seen fire
until you've seen pele blow
and i never seen the light
but i sure have seen gold
and gladys save a place for me on your grapevine
until i get my own tv show
and if i lose my cracker jacks in the tidal wave
i got a place in the pope's rubber robe

we both know it was a girl back in bethleham


so are you gay
are you blue
thought we both could use a friend to run to
and i though i wouldn't have to be
with you something new
sometimes i breathe you in
and i know you know
and sometimes you take a swim
found your writing on my wall
if my heart's soaking wet
boy your boots can leave a mess
hey jupiter
nothing's been the same
so are you gay
are you blue
thought we both could use a friend to run
to and i thought you wouldn't have to keep
with me
hiding

thought i knew myself so well
all the dolls i have
took my lover off the shelf
your apocolypse was fab
for a girl who couldn't choose
between a shower or a bath
and i thought i wouldn't have to be
with you a magazine

Now THAT is music! :)

No one's picking up the phone
guess it's clear he's gone
and this little masochist
is lifting up her dress
guess i thought
i could never feel the things i feel
hey jupiter
nothing's been the same
so are you gay
are you blue
thought we both could use a friend to run to
hey jupiter
nothing's been the same
so are you saying
now we're through
thought we both could use a friend to run to
hey juipter

Mmmmm...

We see the light of those
Who find the world has passed them by
too late to save a dream that's growing cold
we realize that fate must hide its face
from those who try
to see the distant signs of unforetold
Oh
Take Hold

From a haze came a rage of thunder
distant signs of darkness on the way
fading cries scream of pain and hunger
but in the night
the light will find a way

so take hold of the flame
Take Hold
don't you see life's a game
Take Hold
so take hold of the flame
Take Hold
you've got nothing to lose but everything to gain
Ride
to a place beyond our time
Reach
for the edges of your mind
and you'll know
See
that the light will find its way
to a place where we will stay
make it stay!
throw down the chains of oppression that bind you
with the air of freedom the flame grows bright
we are the strong the youth united
we are one
we are children of the light [whitecloaks]
so take hold of the flame
Take Hold
so take hold of the flame
Take Hold
you've got nothing to lose
but everything to gain
Take Hold

That song rocks. Period. And those who disparage 80s music can... can... they can... well, they can just disparage all they want, and I'll keep listening. How's that? :)

Outside the colors an dmaking sound
and with the rain
imagine as we glide across the sky
laughter pushing me so high
jump over the gate
the boat sail is flying
ten years ago
your sunlight touched my eye

whisper your dreams
this could be forever
don't know if i could put it into words if i tried
stronger than it seems
in changing seasons and weather
time will not catch us
true love will not die

sometimes the sun can make you blind
i like what i see when you are what finds me
ten years have passed
and held us from de skies

whisper your dreams
this could be forever
don't know if i could put it into words if i tried
stronger than it seems
in changing seasons
and weather
time will not catch us
true love cannot die

decaying lines
you getting tired
the water is rising
it's already waist high
shooting stars does not mean they are dying
tears will not run and hide

ten years ago
i promised you my life

whisper your dreams
this could be forever
don't know if i could put it into words if i tried
stronger than it seems
it changing seasons and weather
time will not catch us
true love cannot die

time will not catch us
true love will never die

Givin my fingers a little rest as I listen a bit more... :)

[Bitscape slips a small white object into his mouth, where it rests sub-lingually.]

A river in the desert doesn't exist
Lead me to the water

Mmmmm... Switch.

Staring at the sea
Will she come?
Is there hope for me
After all is said and done
Anything at any price
All of this for you
All the spoils of a wasted life
All of this for you

All the world has closed her eyes
Tired faith are worn and thin
For all we could've done
And all that could've been
Ocean pulls me close
And whispers in my ear
The destiny I've chose
All becoming clear
The currents have their say
The time is drawing near
Washes me away
Makes me disappear
And I descend from grace
In arms of undertow
I will take my place
In the great below

I can still feel you
Even so far away
I can still feel you
Even so far away
I can still feel you
Even so far away
I can still feel you
Even so far away
Even so far away
Even so far away
Even so far away
Even so far away

Ahhhhhhh... Damn! My only complaint about that song is that it should be about twice as long! :) Ya know, hypothetically speaking, if I -- (and I do mean "If") -- If I I were gay, Trent would... well...

Ok, I won't finish that thought.

Ok, one more. This time, I'll improvise. No cd. No mp3. No audio of any kind coming out of any devices which use magnetic coils to generate vibrations. Just lyrics from my head. (If I can remember them all. We'll see....

Dear darl..
Your mom
My friend
Left a message on my machine
She was frantic
Saying you were talking crazy

That you wanted to do away with yourself
Said she thought I'd be a perfect resort
Cause we've had this inexplicable connection
Since our youth

And yes, they're in shock
They are paniced
You and your chronic
Them and their drama
All this embarrassment
Us in the middle of this delusion

If we were our bodies
If we were our...

Ok, that's about as far as I get from memory. Always get those damn chorus lines mixed up. Let's try it again. With the cd this time. :)

Dear darl
Your mom
My friend
Left a message
On my machine
She was frantic
Saying you were talking crazy

That you wanted to do away with your self
I guess she thought I'd be a perfect resort
Cause we've had this inexplicable connection since our youth

And yes
They're in shock
They are paniced
you and your chronic
them and their drama
you this embarrassment
us in the middle of this delusion

If we were our bodies
If we were our futures
If we were our defenses
I'd be joining you
If we were our culture
If we were our leaders
If we were our denials
I'd be joining you

I remember vividly a day years ago
we were camping
you knew more than you thought you should know
you said i don't want ever to be brainwashed

you were mind boggling
you were intense
you were uncomfortable in your own skin
you were thirsty
but mostly you were beautiful

if we were our nametags
if we were our rejections
if we were our outcomes
i'd be joining you
if we were our indignities
if we were our successes
if we were our emotions
i'd be joining you

you and i
we're like four-year-olds
we want to know why and how come
about everything
we want to reveal ourselves at will
and speak our minds

and never talk small
and be intuitive
and question mightily
and find god
my tortured beacon
we need to find like-minded companions

if we were their condemnation
if we were their projections
if we were our paranoias
i'd be joining you
if we were our incomes
if we were our obsessions
if we were our afflictions
i'd be joining you

we need reflection
we need a really good memory
feel free to call me a little more often

Mmmm... good one.

And with that,
I think I'll cut
this little
original-content-free spat.

So scat,
like the cat,
you little Dr. Seuss-impaired rat!