Friday night, it's all right

Mr Man is sleeping in his crib. The Big Mr. Man is out for a few drinks and I find myself home, home and alone...god I should work. Yes I did open some work. but then I started thinking I needed some music. and a beer. yeah a beer I looked for Pretty Hate Machine on itunes. Did you know Trent Reznor has an issue with itunes? It's awesome, so it's not available. But then I got a couple of Marilyn Manson tracks, and bucking my purist, god please buy an effing album thoughts and judgments of my own, I just bought a few tracks. GASP So now I'm listening to The Beautiful People from Antichrist Superstar and wondering what work I wanted to get done anyway. Is it ethically responsible to do bookkeeping while drinking? hmmmm.

As the music changes into Interpol's Take you on a cruise I find I can think a little and I'm remembering how I felt upstairs nursing A. to bed. I was feeling full of light, the deep deep knowledge that I am pure energy, that we are energy all of us. That everything is energy, and I felt merged with the darn bed and with A. And that was PRIOR to the beer....We will return to that light after we pass out of this physical realm. But while we're here we might as well nurse our babies, listen to Marilyn Manson, dance with our little girls and kiss our lovers, firmly on the mouth. As much as possible, over and over again, bringing the light to shine through our skin with every action every touch, from the spoon stirring dinner to the hand turning the key in the car, to the arms that soothe after a fall, to the lips that laugh and press against yours in the night. Shine your light....and wow, could that be more whiplash writing? hmmmm... well it's a very accurate picture of my thoughts tonight anyway.