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" i only listen to the sad, sad songs"
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akmed
my mother just wrote saying this was the ' greatest day of[her] life' in 1964. selfishly, i can't say the same as it's only very recently that i haven't been hounded by thoughts that i didn't really want to be born at all. it always seemed to me even when i was quite young that most of the rest of humanity seemed comfortable being here and i was out of place, out of time and simply did not belong. there was so much violence and loss early on for me, which i think is part of my problem, but it has always been more than that- a lingering detachment from a world i generally want little to do with. there's no way any christian hell can be worse than what people have created on earth out of their greed and cruelty. what people who claim to love each other are capable of inflicting upon each other has always been the most baffling of ironies.

but focusing in on the sadness and loss that permeates life is part of the problem- we have an eternity to linger on regrets and loss and pain and only right now to live and it has taken me almost half an average lifetime to genuinely appreciate this state of being. with last years' parade of death-all my cats, really my closest companions for 20 years, and my father and realizing how bloody old i've become all of a sudden- one's mortality has a way of being more firmly impressed upon day to day consciousness. and the fact that's there's not a fucking whole lot you can do about it save try to be aware, stay out of dangerous situations if you have the choice ( and many many times you do have the choice) and not smoke crack all day drinking lard and sharing needles while playing in oncoming traffic.

to really impress this all upon me this morning the girls' birthday gift was an all out feline crazies rampage through the house that included: breaking and then playing with glass, surfing up and down the hallway on pieces of cardboard, chasing one another over my prone body, climbing the record case and trilling loudly and running break neck in a circle through the house ending up where they started, like the ouroboros, atop my forehead.

and it didn't upset me at all. i got up and cleaned the glass up, of course, but they were having so much fun and are so damn cute even when being quite naughty. they were enjoying life- something i had thought was a curse but now i know despite everything is a great gift.

still, i won't give up the sad sad songs so here's my latest musical obsession- maria callas and an alternate version of the same song by kathleen ferrier. kathleen ferrier, while severely ill with breast cancer that had spread to her bones , preformed through unspeakable pain this her final role in "orfeo et eurydice". she died several months later only 41 years old. one of my favorite sad songs of all times- " j'ai perdu mon eurydice" / "what is my life without thee" -2 languages/ two of the greatest singers of all times :




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I never see you. That sucks. Change that. I have no life and am in serious need of meeting your new gang of hoodlums (in their full force).

Do it.

and Happy Birthday, Peets, at a robust 14 thinks you are just a kid.

i am always thinking- i never see you and that's so wrong. so now we have to change it. plus i have not had my fill lately of the stripey goodness. i don't believe she's 14.

and the girls are very into showing off their fabulous naughtiness n' fluff to all admirers- drag queens on crack they are.

I agree with the above statement of apogeeperigee. I want to have a mass gathering of old school ceremony peeps and music.

that party i had at my house- when a bunch of ceremony peeps you included came- was one of the best birthdays i ever had. i get so sad going out now when i do try to and remember what fun was had then and how many people i just liked so much-

this needs to be done.

Ah to be a young cat again.

Happy belated birthday, have a coughed up hairball on me.

i just got their sublime majesties the FURMINATOR

http://www.furminator.com/shedless.cfm

and does it work... so hopefully we'll cut down on the hair ball action. it must feel good too because they love it.

Yes it works. I get a whole cat's worth from Peets....and she LOVES it. Brings me back to the when she was short haired and sleek.

imagine a freakin' himalayan! poor prissy is traumatized by grooming- i think someone may have hurt her doing it. but she's loving the furminator. thank god because the next step was taking her to the vet to be sedated and have the dread lion cut as she gets so snarly and miserable. i've been getting pounds of fur off her-great big pyramids of fluff and she's starting to really really love it instead of shredding me bloody. all praise the furminator!

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