Verbal Valium
My mind has refused to shut up.
Usually, it chatters away quietly by itself.
But now, My Mind demands more.
Quiet chatter satisfies it no longer.
Talk talk yak yak bicker bicker think think
I'm often a fan of my own Mind speaking
(a symptom of too much 'self-love'?)
But sometimes I'd like for it to think less
Or to think mindless thoughts
I miss that - sitting around talking about nothing
Random rubbish, simple-silliness
These days, even that leads to other thoughts
Sigh.
Maybe what I need is a good-shallow gossiping session.
Gossip, as evil as it is, works pretty damn well as verbal valium.
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So a man walked into a barn and....
What do you think a 'sense of humor' back-in-the-day (as in during Biblical times) meant?
What did the Apostles, for instance, chuckle about when they huddled around breaking bread together?
Was there one guy who stood out as the group-comedian?
Ancient humor - what's the punchline?
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Please say honestly...
Come to me now
And lay your hands over me
Even if it's a lie
Say it will be alright
And I shall believe
I'm broken in two
And I know you're on to me
That I only come home
When I'm so all alone
But I do believe
That not everything is gonna be the way
You think it ought to be
It seems like every time I try to make it right
It all comes down on me
Please say honestly you won't give up on me
And I shall believe
And I shall believe
Open the door
And show me your face tonight
I know it's true
No one heals me like you
Never again
would I turn away from you
I'm so heavy tonight
But your love is alright
That not everything is gonna be the way
You think it ought to be
It seems like every time I try to make it right
It all comes down on me
Please say honestly
You won't give up on me
And I shall believe
I shall believe
And I shall believe
And I do believe
And you hold the key
---------------------------- I Shall Believe, by Sheryl Crow
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Buckwheat's Theme
Wagon Wheel, by Old Crow Medicine Show
..So rock me mama like a wagon wheel
Rock me mama anyway you feel
Hey mama rock me
Rock me mama like the wind and the rain
Rock me mama like a south-bound train
Hey mama rock me
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Look it up. It's a good one. ; )
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...Because it's Cupid's trigger-happy day
The Wonder Years:
After Susan Fisher danced with Kevin, she went back to Donald. Linda leaves Kevin to dance with Steve Padwick. Carla dedicates The Righteous Brothers' "Unchained Melody" to Paul, who jumps up to dance with her. Kevin stands alone, reflecting:
| Narrator: | All our young lives we search for someone to love. |
Paul and Carla dance slowly.
| Narrator: | Someone who makes us complete. |
Kevin shown still alone, then fade to Susan and Donald slow dancing.
| Narrator: | We choose partners and change partners. |
Kevin looks to Linda and Steve in each others' arms.
| Narrator: | We dance to a song of heartbreak and hope... |
Kevin begins to walk through the crowd.
| Narrator: | ...all the while wondering if somewhere, somehow, there's someone perfect... |
Winnie enters gym, smiling.
| Narrator: | ...who might be searching for us. |
Kevin walks toward gym door, as Winnie continues in, searching.
| Last chorus of song: | I need your love. |
They unknowingly pass each other through the crowd. The camera pulls back and Kevin exits, Winnie still looking for him.
Song: God speed your love to me.
~*~
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The Inconvenience of Dreams
If only I could type as I dream.
I'd be a brilliant author.
A visionary director.
An award-winning playwrite.
A poet.
Or maybe it's just easier to fool myself when I am dreaming.
**If this post doesn't make sense, you need to dream better dreams.
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