i never thought I was goofy... but i got the hat with the floppy ears from one of my disney out-of-body adventures... but then again, i'm pretty much tied up handlin' the back-half anyway... did I have a point here??? <img src="http://www.arlo.net/ubb/smilies/confused.gif" width=15 height=22>

~~~~~DUH~~~~~

I am Pluto.

I'd rather be Goofy than be Snow White(Cinders, Rapunz,etc. etc.)
All that eyelash batting and giggling and all that femininity (i.e. perpetual girlhood and using wiles to get what you want instead of outright asking for it) UHHHGG!

I'd rather be Zena any day! Now there's a real woman! (oh she doesn't live in Disneyland....Does she.........)

I mean who wants a guy in tights........ 0ooopppps doesn't Larry or someone else wear tights? Sorry. I love Swiss Cheese readers.

Who made me go so Goofy!! Have to be PBS OOOPPPS I mean PSB! PBS is a different thread.!! Oh It's Fri night here and I'm tired so enough Goofiness for now...........

I am Goofy
You are Goofy and
We are Goofy Too!

Another weird Dream made me fall out of sleep! I was dreamin' to the sound of Will to Love (Neil Young song about fishes dancin from the sea and cool blind love clensing me) and I was hangin out in my mind. I was kinda getting a guided tour you know of the cobwebs of my mind. It was like I was in a big art gallery and as I walked into different rooms I saw groups of paintings that had themes there was always the oldest with imprints and details that began the theme of that room but througout the room paintings on the same theme were added over and over again as time has gone by Like I walked into this one room and I saw a painting of John Lennons blood soaked broken glasses and in the reflection I could see that image of that VC prisoner getting a bullit to the brain during Tet (bet you all have that image painted in your brain) and as I walked to the oldest painting in that room it was a self portrait of me eating breakfast in the kitchen when I was 5 with the Sunday paper sprawled out with images of a casket covered with a flag and a little black and white TV on the Dryer in the kitchen there(where it always was when I was a kid) and an image of a man getting a bullit to the stomach in a Dallas garage. The tour guide was explaining how are mind is structured as a continuum of canvas' and as we percieve from without we use these immages we have painted to store and categorize information to access for output and that a life begins with a stockpile of canvas' in the minds eye and when you die its like putting a lock on the door. THe challenge of life is to create as many images as possible and if they have value (or even if they don't i suppose, because who can predict what images might have value) put them in a resonating form and send them out to the world!

THen I woke up!

Waking up sucks. It's derailed some of the best trains of thought I've ever had.
I am the Walrus!

especially at 4:30 in the morning!