ready?
what am I doing here?
oh such a beautiful question glen, I only hope you can type as fast as we think
--would you believe I've addressed that question before?
oh?
Yep. It's one of the problems that just comes up during writing. My head always gets ahead of my pen. And even though typing is faster, it's still not fast enough, and it loses something in aesthetics.

glen, I'm having a similar problem, what is your resolve?
You mean, what is my resolution?
tee hee,
I love your giggle!
I'm at a loss already and now I';ll start mispelling and everything. yes your resolution, sweetie
Easy.
Oops. Didn't mean to hit "return."
Still me here.
Me Glen that is.
OK
Here it comes.
Resolution:
Find a way to slow your mind down to the speed your hand(s) can accommodate (sp?).
ok let's fuck the spelling, it's kinda like taking yee ole bra off for bed, haha no, but slow my hands down... I use them everyday
Let's see...a mouthful of things to respond to. Fuck the spelling? You fuck it. I'd fuck it if I were you...but as I'm not, since I'm me, I can't fuck it. You KNOW I can't fuck the spelling.
whatever... are you going somewhere here?
Patience is a virtue.
Yes..I'm going...here: it's not your HANDS that need slowing...it's your thoughts. Slow them down to the speed of your hands, and...you get the picture
Know how?
I don't think so, I mean my only solution lately hasbeen tonot speak
Aha...now I'm beginning to understand. May I explain to our readers out there?
*nods*
May I say your name?
yes
You see folks, I just arrived over here at Kate's, which is really Jennie's (but I guess you've been hearing about that since before I arrived). Coming up the stairs, I was...ready for a big, boisterous reunion with Kate, whom I haven't seen in ages 'coz we don't live in the same city or even on the same coast, but for days and days now recently she's been staying at Jennie's on my coast in my city in my neighborhood practically on my BLOCK but still I haven't seen Kate (in part 'coz I been smoking myself silly in solitary...that's another thing)...so I'm ready to hoot and howl and throw my arms around Kate but she's silent, smiling, sneaky...and other "s" words, too. Surreptitious. Secretive. Seductive? Hm...Salacious. Certainly Salubrious...ok ok ok stop with the SAT shit...So Kate holds a finger to her lips, as if Jennie's inside sleeping, and I tiptoe across the threshold, into the apartment where Kate still silently sits at this computer and starts us off here writing and I guess you can all figure out the rest, or at least you could, and I'd be ever so pleased if you would. Kate?
So I am not sure if I am doing this to you because I've been neglecting my blog to the point of abandoment or if I really just wanted a different sort of visit. I am sure one lead to the other, I am glad you partake, are you?? would you like a beer? such the fancy host!
It was funnier when you wrote "suck" instead of "such" up there in the previous line, Kate!
oh glen I hate to tell you this but NOBODY reads this blog, I think they've all thought it abandon... sad yes, but that's okay because jsut as what we were talking of before, I am silent. Beer?
Yeah,
Thanks
Still, I wouldn't mind "sucking the fancy host."
Though you're pushing it if you think that apron and June Cleaver get-up passes for fancy on the Upper West Side.
holy shit you are stoned
What was your first clue?
My love my darling, who I have known for many years... you never hit on me, though I know your smile, unless you are smoking.
Huh?
yeah
okay. what are you doing
freaking you out, apparently!
It's been a rough week glen
You wanna puff a doob and tell me about it?
no, I don't smoke much anymore.
But if there WERE a time you were gonna smoke...smoke when there's REALLY --
is the cat puking?
What the hell is that sound?
ohhh Oliver!!!!he's okay, just a bit of a hack
Caughing on his own fur. God does have a sense of humor. A cruel one.
speaking of,,,, and off the subject. I've been reading a book about Christ's scriptures, isn't that strange?
Nah. I've been watching a video series on a similar subject.
do tell (side bar glen's opinion and gigantic thought, stir stir stir....but only occasionally when he is stoned
Kate just laughed at her comment and declared "I'm so mean," laughing, but I don't understand why what she said is mean. Maybe I'm just stonedly oblivious.
that's something I do, I don't mean to. dude glen I don't want to smoke and I love it when you arent , because we get to smash inot one and other and think really cool shit, instead of me being in left field without you... what can I say I adore you.
That's heavy. Thanks for truth,
I am trying every single day, and I get all teary when my words are understood. kiss
Darling!
is this okay? maybe just a converesation or two more?
Yep. More than okay. Very much enjoying this.
do you remember my silence last year, when I was here
No.
dude glen I was a basket case
You hid it.
okay, and that's probably bad, because I could have asked for your help. let's say things got shitty, I shut up, even morned the loss of two friendships, which I lost from my silence. anyway something told me to be very quiet, so I was. for a year. now just recently the same thing that told me to be silent, has said to open up. this has caused some great difficulty, though I know it's time to do it. do you understand?
You sure could have asked for my help, or at least my ear. I think I understand too well.
I couldn't speak. physically. I had a sore throat for a year, very strange. My question now, because I am speaking.. haha is. How do you recieve the blows that god/life gives you?
Ah, the sore throat...the physical ailment your body employs in order to hold onto old griefs that the forward part of you is ready to leave behind. In other words, you were ready and able to name the answers to your questions, and your lungs and vocal chords and tongue and lips would have worked in concert to do so, but your throat played spoiler. Just like my lower back does to me. How do you recieve the blows? There are so many ways to answer...with gratitude, for one. With endurance. Without shame. With tears. And, whenever possible, with friends.
Yes. ( the dueling editors here, I love this, no leave that I point with the mouse.)
jennie arrived..
Kate just cheated! She erased a whole big thing she wrote! I mourn the loss of her words.
okay okay okay I was just going to show you this.