Existential Rants

The IM thread below was edited to protect the not-so-innocent
me: how was the (public figure's) daughter?
him: hey man
him: yeah well
him: she was ok, but not hot
him: but I have met some really nice (local) women
him: really beautiful
me: greetings kemosabe
me: nice!
me: pics please.
me: In minneapolis this week
me: blonde blue-eyes, not too bad
him: ok
him: don't have pics yet
me: ok
me: I'll get some for you sson
me: soon
me: did woody send you link to rodeo bar pix?
him: yeah
me: we're working on a 'party' for saturday
me: chemical, not physical
me: EEEEEEE
me: :P
him: ok
him: stimulated love
me: yes, or at least intimacy
me: of course, who's to say if 'real' love isn't just haphazardly stimulated chemicals
him: mmm
him: checmicals
him: mmmm
me: when I reflect on it, "life" as we perceive it is so - what can I say
me: nebulous?
me: self-deluding?
me: foggy?
me: estatic?
me: ecstatic
me: ex?
me: it's interesting for sure
him: poetic
me: I know that my most miserable times were just my brain running away with some bizarre illusion
me: POETRY! Yes!
me: I like that
him: yes, those illusions are devestating
me: of course, some ppl chase the positive illusions so reletlessly they're miserable too
him: like a mirage
me: exactly
him: shimmering in the dessert light
me: choose the good ones, chase them with your whole heart, and don't take it too seriously
me: Paul Lowe's wife shortened "dont take it too seriously" to D-Tits
him: I didn't know he had a wife
me: two (one at a time)
me: 'cause she thought big boobs were funny
me: and D cup tits always make me smile
me: existential rants. Love em!