"Thank you, Dejavu," said the little mouse and she smiles as she thinks of that inner most innerness wanting to come out and play. "Hold your...
"When old ones forget what it is like to be young is when young ones must remain young and help those forgetful ones remember," Says the little...
"Then by all means, let us love and forget about what should or should not! Myth or truth, real or make believe. It is the want which create...
To stay on the subject and yet turn another corner the little mouse remembers Nietzsche and how he often made her smile. "Remember Dejavu staring...
"Really?" Wonders the little mouse. "And Jats, perennial or seasonal, it doesn't matter. It's all about wanting and coexisting, being ones inner...
The little mouse stills and listens. "No, none are even here. Humans are too busy staring at fantasyland. Or is it lalaland? A repost then. ......
"Ah, Goblin aren't we all what we post? No matter words or persona, the true innermost innerness always shines through. Masks not needed," the...
"When one looks for something one shall not find, for the finding is to be stumbled upon rather than to be sought after." The little mouse laughs....
"Of course not, silly lion," laughs the little mouse, for nature knows not of love. Nature is about existing and procreation. The survival of the...
Laughing out loud the little mouse reads and sings to the tune played on the guitar, "Your inner most innernesses. I will 'borrow' that, you do...
"... how similar are they. No matter where one turns to, they are always there. Some openly and some on the sly, but always ready to tell you ..."...
"A poet," says the little mouse. "Not just any writer, but one alive and live. One who weaves the words and has no fear for those rigid rules and...
... and like love catches all humans by surprise so does the near snatch of her tail the little mouse. She laughs and says, "An image has to be...
"Can one do such a thing?" The little mouse grins for she knows she can, and will, or even has. "Words, pictures, highs and lows, borrow it all...
"... but isn't love acceptance? An unconditional condition." The little mouse smiles as she accepts the words Dejavu offers so freely. "And...
"... for the inner most self always shines through," the little mouse says and grins as she's tempted to ad, "Amen." And she laughs out loud....
"What is love but a parasite? One which grows and overtakes reason, slowly like a disease, a condition indeed." The little mouse laughs and stares...
"Coming or going, same difference," the little mouse grins as she says so and shrugs. "Recklessness?" She asks Dejavu. "How is a remembered...
"... and that style suits all, for it is ones own and therefor never that of another." The little mouse smiles at Dionysus and offers him her...
"... but if love is a human condition," wonders the little mouse, "why do not more humans happily suffer from it?" She laughs and gladly rubs her...
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