Bounce

Well, whatever one can say about this time of limbo, it does allow for circumstances like this morning's- an hour and a half at one of those bouncy places! You know, I am just going to interrupt this right now to say, "Hello, hello, hello, is there anybody out there?" I hate it when people talk this way, but I do know why. I think part of the problem is I want to talk about what is real here, but don't want to let the mess of my unresolved feelings and thoughts spew forth to go out and create mischief little demons. But then I ask myself who the hell would find this or read it anyway? I could go stark raving mad on here and it couldn't make a wripple. I think we are alone here, between me and me. And do you want the raw, dark stuff out there? I have a couple of old journals that fester in the pile there. How many people keep these blogs? I mean, I have probably a hundred journals from my twenties and thirties, and here I am now doing this on a computer, those sit in a closet and this sits here in etherspace, well what the heck is this for? It is the same thing, but less honest because it is public, but, shit. . . the bounce place was tons of fun. I would like to go to one on my fortieth.