What about Blogs, do we still have that option on here? Yes, I found it. Okay. Here goes my Blog. I figured, what the heck, we have this amazing possibility of communication available, albeit in some goofy, hip, trendy and what-so-ever else you have, packaging, however, nonetheless, here it is: I stumbled, as I often do, upon the very tattered, hairy edge of an idea sticking out from underneath the closet door (which couldn't even close anymore and had a sort of creaking urgent, "Hey!" beginning to belch from forth it's fatal loin-cloth) just now and thought I would recount if I might... A yellow Glowing Jelly Nymph (or Nymphet, either will suffice for our purposes here tonight) was spotted with Stripes-on near the clearing by the Water, with a Bishop and a Prawn (yes, that's right, a Prawn!). She shied away when first I tried to touch her glowing center but soon she smiled and I beguiled, began to slowly win her. In other words, Mutual Charmation (speaking of hip, trendy and fairly absurd terminologies), but Charmation, just the same and something I hadn't even realized could happen any more these days and which very seldom does, you see? This tells me here in the helpful and familiar red squiggly underlining now available in Macintosh formats, even, that "Charmation" is not, in fact, an actual word (or is it just telling me that it is not the correct spelling of an actual word in the computer dictionary of the universe which knows such things), so that being understood, it also seems possible that language today is just evolving more quickly and morphing as we all do, into something meaty and strange, which gurgles below the bed-cloths, down there somewhere in the deep, dark depths of the magic, glowing night-time! Yes! Yes? Perhaps and even Maybe-So! What if? WHo Knows? We'll see how it goes. Just see how it goes? I wanna know! Not knowing is part of the fun though, right, not knowing Life's Mysteries, I mean it's important to know many things, like the smell of freshly roasted coffee and hot steaming plates of spicey somethings and the soft, warm, lovely other things that can be known. Some of which are accompaniments to the Mystery, the Soundtrack, the Smelltrack, the tastetrack, etc. and if you will. I hope this is not too much yickity-yack for ya, I'm just coming up with an idea for a painting. It is amazing, the vision springs full-grown into the tiny, little, junked-up stage of my Mind's Eye (up there in the attic with a crooked window and a wobbly ceiling fan, if applicable) and then, some cosmic or comic Janitor (or other) comes along and has to deal with this sprawling madness inside of there, the clean-up crew, get Her dressed and ready to spread some paint on and all over!
I was wrestling with all of this, in the Happy Land that exists between sleeping and waking, the Spirit World right behind your living-room curtains, and the word appeared and floated across my sky with billowing wings and flying creatures and towers with turrets and with plumes over walk-ways leading to courtyards looking out over spacious views of neo-Edens with Elephants and Ladies and magic, for Pete's Darned Sakes-Alive, the word which appeared, appeared to be "Reexploynotion", which would seem to be such a goulash of different odds and ends but it is perfect and here we sit. Re-Ex-Ploy-Notion. It's exactly what we need to start a Play Nation, a Nation of Players, rolling around happily on grassy green meadowed areas beneath clear skies with no pollution. Can't we just give everybody everything they need and still live so comfortably and happily? Aren't we on the brink of either total extinction or total Bliss? Why not try at least and just see. Let's go and find out, report back here in half an hour with your findings (that you do have). I have decided to take this into my own hands. None of it will be re-channeled into my personal accounts, either at home or off-shore.