If a chocolate coating is what you want, then that is what you shall receive...

Fuzzy always wondered what tails were for... ***dunk*** ***dunk*** **dunk***

I think I need some time away.  I'll be off sampling chocolate somewhere. 

tata, its been real nice.

......wait... what was I thinking?  The chockie planet is the very font of goodness.

I am, however, going to need to step away and get things in that other world in order for a bit.  Maybe spend some more time outside than I have been.

Getting outside can be good. There are shops where you can get chocolate. There are also places where you can go to be spanked...but I don't really know much about them...

Other world? You mean the real world? I try not to think about that place anymore, it just causes me grief...

There is a world down by the shore where all kinds of people can be what they are.  Maybe my spot will be under the tree next to where that man who seems to be doing yoga poses is attended by a huge flock of adoring and worshiping doves.  Secretly, I think that all that birdseed he hands out has more to do with it.  But thats ok, its his expression.   I'll let him be whatever he is and I suspect he won't mind my rants either.  Heck, in the wind no one will even hear them.  And who knows, maybe I might even say something important.  Then I can say neener neener neener to people who wouldn't listen because I was ranting under the tree.

I kind of think the 'other world' is really a construct we all build around us.  Its like our personal bubbles we walk around in so we  had better take care how to build it.  My construct was based on the fact that I am always learning something new from surprising places... so I built my bubble so that new and different ideas could float in one way and as easily float out the other.  Then I reach up and grab bits and pieces of what I like and what seems logical to help in building.  Or they sometimes replace ones that I once appreciated that no longer fit so well.  I think thats what helps me to keep expanding my bubble... cuz my original ideas were mighty limited.  Of course all this means that everyone is busy buildint their own bubbles ... some are quite elaborate, open bubbles and some are teensy closed off bubbles.

There isn't any one 'other world'.  There are squillions.  Thats the beauty and magisty of life.

There is this street lady I talk to sometimes.  She has lived on the street for more than a decade.  She always recognizes and greets me when she sees me.  She is very observant (though most people don't know that because she is so delusional) and sometimes she is the only one who really seems to notice if I am in a sad or upset mood.  It is real distressing, sometimes, to talk to her knowing the life she has to lead.  But I know she has income; I cashed a check for her one time for $340.  People  have to be the way they have to be, even her.  And I have learned a lot that is valid from her.

Also, whoever knew that Elvis lurks on the streets of Honolulu and comes out at night to swipe the bras of homeless women?

It just has made my life richer to listen to her.  It's up to me to sort out what she says... finding color in some things, honest observation in other things.... she has a way of holding up a mirror to me sometimes, virtually, so that I can stop and see who I am in a little different light.

There is a man who sits at the library with birds on his sholder.  Not fancy ones but regular street birds.  He finds them all broken and fixes them and I guess the librarian respects that enough to let him be.  He is looking up how to take care of them.

I think I will take a vacation.  I cant really go anywhere, really, but I have a camera now and maybe these people will let me take their pictures.  The bus service is really good here so I think I will make better use of it.  On the other side of the island is a wonderful beach.  A big golden retriever lives beside it and if you sit to rest  he comes to sit alongside.  He has a tennis ball ... just in case. 

And then when I come back I will be healthier and happier and with some good pictures to show for it.

Fuzzy wonders if this is the sound of OC dropping his chocolate stash....